I take those flowers in my hand,
surrounded by their beauty,
I try out their life to understand
they don't smell good even to the butterfly
I leave it to the sun and the moon
to fight it out,
the daylight or the darkest boon
what's my life all about?
Let me be
the guy in my dreams,
without an address
I breathe to see.
Each door opens a hundred heirs
A place for me,
My seat a twisted chair.
I long to remember
where I kept my reel of memories
I search my heart but it is never there.
Let me be
the guy in my dreams,
without an address
I breathe to see.
And of course, this was penned in the hope that The Verve would one day decide to use these as lyrics to one of their songs. And they give me hope by singing "One day maybe we will dance (again)..."
