| What are we doing?
March 7th, 2002 Writing. Not just a few new poems: the first of those twelve song lyrics is now finished too (that doesn't make it a song yet, but songs revolve around their lyric, all else is secondary - there, glad that I've gotten that off my chest) Yes you might (van Reenen/van Reenen) You once chided me for writing All my songs on love But you still have to prove to me there's Anything above And I have never found a subject Worthy of the prose But matters of the heart And all the dangers that they pose And you will not control the way That I decide inside There's better things left here to say Than all the things you fail to hide And all your precious antics Refrain from painting me So here's to real romantics Guardians of the free Chorus: Yes you might - but I would not In a fight - I might get shot I might hurt - or even die But rather to than live your lie And I've not been around you when Things happened in your life And I was nowhere near when you declined To be his wife But now I want you here And I can't live on through tonight Too large a part belongs to you It's love that kills on sight Bridge: So yes you might - and I would too In a fight - I'd fight for you I might hurt - or even die But rather that than live a lie Chorus: And so you might - but I would not In a fight - I might get shot I might hurt - or even die But rather to than live your lie |