I went for a walk yesterday and saw a huge hawk that I've seen almost every day since I've been here. Later that day I was sitting at the piano and these little birds kept fluttering around the doors by the piano and tapping the glass with their beaks. I decided to be selfish and write another poem set to music.
The hawks, they fly around this town, telling me that things are fine if you don't come down. The sparrows, they follow me down the street, after being my metronomes, tapping the french doors with their beaks. Take my hand, as we take this whole last month in review. It's become quite clear, that neither of us know what the hell we should do. But I've learned from this time in Paris and alone that I can't possess your soul without losing my own.
The hawks, they fly around this town, telling me that things are fine if you don't come down. The sparrows, they follow me down the street, after being my metronomes, tapping the french doors with their beaks. Take my hand, as we take this whole last month in review. It's become quite clear, that neither of us know what the hell we should do. But I've learned from this time in Paris and alone that I can't possess your soul without losing my own.
You are most dreamy when playing piano ;)
ReplyDeleteliking the videos keep them coming!
ReplyDeleteRob you're getting up there to that 100th song...can't wait to hear it.
ReplyDeleteVideo's an awesome idea...
WOW!
ReplyDeleteLovely soul, lovely lyrics - the video: so artfully done, man.
You blew me away!
pamela
Hey rob you remember me helping you with this song if you listen at the end to the 2 keys that kept going.That was me and at the end you had to touch my hands for me to stop.But i was like 6.
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