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If I Am Four Words

Well, Lent is over and music is back into my life whenever I want. I'm hoping to be more discerning about my music listening - not in a snobby way, but in a I'm-not-filling-up-all-my-think-time-with-music way.

Since I've not got time for lots of deep thoughts at the moment, here are lyrics from my current favourite songs. And yes, they are both about love.

Love is Waiting - Brooke Fraser
In the autumn on the ground, between the traffic and the traffic and the ordinary sounds
I am thinking signs and seasons while a north wind blows through
I watch as lovers pass me by
Walking stories - whos and hows and whys
Musing lazily on love
Pondering you
I'll give it time, give it space and be still for a spell
When it's time to walk that way we wanna walk it well

I'll be waiting for you baby
I'll be holding back the darkest night
Love is waiting til we're ready, til it's right
Love is waiting

It's my caution not the cold
There's no other hand that I would rather hold
The climate changes, I'm singing for the strangers about you
Don't keep time, slow the pace
Honey hold on if you can
The bets are getting surer now that you're my man

I could write a million songs about the way you say my name
I could live a lifetime with you and then do it all again
And like I can't force the sun to rise or hasten summer's start,
Neither should I rush my way into your heart

Academia - by Sia
You can be my alphabet and I will be your calculator
And together we'll work out on the escalator
I will time you as you run up the down
And you’ll measure my footsteps as I blow through this town

The mean of our heights is divided by the nights
Which is times’d by the daggers and the root of all our fights
The pass of your poem is to swathe me in your knowing
And the beauty of the word is that you don’t have to show it

Oh
Academia
You can’t pick me up
Soothe me with your words when I need your love

I am a dash and you are a dot
When will you see that I am all that you’ve got
I’m a binary code that you cracked long ago
But to you I’m just a novel that you wish you’d never wrote

I’m greater than x and lesser than y
So why is it that I still can’t catch your eye
You’re a cryptic crossword
A song I’ve never heard
While I sit here drawing circles I’m afraid of being hurt

Oh
Academia
You can’t pick me up
Soothe me with your words when I need your love

You’re a difficult equation with a knack for heart evasion
Will you listen to my proof or will you add another page on
It appears to me the graph has come and stolen all the laughs
It appears to me the pen has over analysed again

And if I am a number I’m infinity plus one
And if you are five words you are afraid to be the one
And if you are a number you’re infinity plus one
And if I am four words then I am needing of your love

Oh
Academia
You can’t pick me up
Soothe me with your words when I need your love

Comments

keepfishing said…
you found a Sia song with out sweary words. I'm impressed!

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