Post by flapjack on Apr 8, 2009 20:38:54 GMT -5
Clapping stone ground, a burning sun against our necks
Two children we were, meeting before a pyramid of glass
Nothing to hold us back from seeing who we were
For a night, in the sugar parlor, I would forget your name
And you came to me again, and Jennifer, a name never forgotten
May’s opening summer draft, you were just a girl
Following me for your company and a chance to see the world
To the far off and sacred cliffs of Étretat we ran
And there was the world, as it should be, and you held my hand
June, and three days gone, and I realize why the Latins call you so
Smooth-hearted, like milk to the touch, a face forever branded into my skull
The world never spun any better than those days with you, it never has
A thick passion, separated by the walls of nature’s desire
Ten months past the day that your palm embraced mine
And still a heart may burn strong for the one whom God taunts me with
Now I realize that I could rid the love, and the passion, so long as I called you friend
But I hardly know the girl I met so long ago
Now I call you nothing, except maybe a strong woman
So much unbalance between those two names: Jennifer and nothing
Pity…
Two children we were, meeting before a pyramid of glass
Nothing to hold us back from seeing who we were
For a night, in the sugar parlor, I would forget your name
And you came to me again, and Jennifer, a name never forgotten
May’s opening summer draft, you were just a girl
Following me for your company and a chance to see the world
To the far off and sacred cliffs of Étretat we ran
And there was the world, as it should be, and you held my hand
June, and three days gone, and I realize why the Latins call you so
Smooth-hearted, like milk to the touch, a face forever branded into my skull
The world never spun any better than those days with you, it never has
A thick passion, separated by the walls of nature’s desire
Ten months past the day that your palm embraced mine
And still a heart may burn strong for the one whom God taunts me with
Now I realize that I could rid the love, and the passion, so long as I called you friend
But I hardly know the girl I met so long ago
Now I call you nothing, except maybe a strong woman
So much unbalance between those two names: Jennifer and nothing
Pity…
