We’re different in the way we speak English.
Differences in accent and attitude...
Yet you know me from somewhere before as time releases its grip on us.…
Everywhere I look I find you, even in a flower petal, washing itself down the gutter on a
swanky address down Fifth Avenue.
Take me as I am; within your arms.
If I had but one ambition in life It would be watching you sleep.…
There doesn’t seem to be just that moment between us but a series of literary commentary
at a silent auction filled with open wallets
[And closed minds]
In a bid to be seen giving to charities
Yet you pass me at the party and I feel the winter’s retreat in your stare.
You struggle to (dis) remember me yet,
I know I am in your blood,
don’t listen to them, [I whisper]
Just be yourself No matter what they think…
Walk with me and tell me you Love me.
I adore you, the way you act speechless when I board that flight. Only to come back to you
meeting you at a Spanish café on a sidewalk covered with sudden snow;
we’re different in the way we speak English
In that gorgeous language all our own.