cloudscollide
08/24/05, 10:04 PM
Copella
Through these winding paths, I try not to loose site of what I’ve been longing for.
But I realize that sometimes you can never get lost.
Although you may not know exactly where you are,
the hands you have devoted yourself in, will keep you safe.
Making comfort of these soft palms.
I’ll occupy them until they drop me.
Please…don’t drop me.
And I want you to take me out. I want to see the wind blow through your hair.
And if we happen to lose track of time and direction,
the moon will light the signs that read Copella.
I know you know where you’re going, even though you like me to think we’re going nowhere. Well that would be fine.
As long as I’m with you here, tonight.
It seems no matter where we’ve led ourselves; we are always close to home.
It seems, no matter how many hills we’ve crossed, we are always close to home.
So show me all the roads you’ve happen to come across, and make me think that we are lost…
make me think that we are lost…let’s lose track of time, and throw away all sense of direction. Cause the moons glow will reflect off the words on the signs, and lead us back home.
Through these winding paths, I try not to loose site of what I’ve been longing for.
But I realize that sometimes you can never get lost.
Although you may not know exactly where you are,
the hands you have devoted yourself in, will keep you safe.
Making comfort of these soft palms.
I’ll occupy them until they drop me.
Please…don’t drop me.
And I want you to take me out. I want to see the wind blow through your hair.
And if we happen to lose track of time and direction,
the moon will light the signs that read Copella.
I know you know where you’re going, even though you like me to think we’re going nowhere. Well that would be fine.
As long as I’m with you here, tonight.
It seems no matter where we’ve led ourselves; we are always close to home.
It seems, no matter how many hills we’ve crossed, we are always close to home.
So show me all the roads you’ve happen to come across, and make me think that we are lost…
make me think that we are lost…let’s lose track of time, and throw away all sense of direction. Cause the moons glow will reflect off the words on the signs, and lead us back home.