02 Jul Auld Lang Syne

Sweet, sweet, sweet and a beautiful voice
Waiting for the fruit of a beautiful choice
And there she waits, miraculously
Humming music she eventually learned
She likes only one mood, melancholy
But if it is sad she could know every word

So when I get to Pensacola, I can write it all in its sands
And lay my creaking body down to watch the waves hold hands
For once I want to be the one who finally understands
I can be closer than you to yourself

Technical sound and colorful scenes
Faraway shores and sorrowful dreams
She waited for long, conspicuously
Dancing on the edge of grace and mistake
Drift against the wind, obstinately
Would you kiss me again for old times’ sake?

When I get to Pensacola, she can read this from the reef
And kiss me until she feels floor-drop-out relief
For once skies fall with the stars on the forests beneath
She gave me all she had, so I was never a thief
The song was sad but both of us knew
I am closer to yourself than you