Only To Be Songs

Only to Be Songs

Were you singing bout me

When you were pouring out your sad heart

Said you don't want to stop

And the sad songs keep flowing from your pen

With the falling of your teardrops.

And were you thinking of me

When you were singing bout that dark room

Oh how I hate to presume

I know I'm not the only one

Who's fallen at least a little from

A morning, evening, afternoon, or night with you.

We went walking

Talking 'bout the beauty and the magic

Of the natural world around us.

Sat on an old park bench

Deeply breathed each other in

Made love on the kitchen floor past dawn.

And now it's broken

Choking on the madness, 'neath the weight

Of the heavy days we're living

What a shame to think

That you and I are

Only to be songs.

Were you winking at me

When you were standing neath those bright lights?

With that smile so wide

And me grinning like a fool

And falling a little more for you

Eaten up and tryng to hide this lovesick.

We went walking

Talking 'bout the beauty and the magic

Of the natural world around us.

Sat on an old park bench

Deeply breathed each other in

Made love on the kitchen floor past dawn.

And now it's broken

Choking on the madness, 'neath the weight

Of the heavy days we're living

What a shame to think

That you and I are

Only to be songs.

Will you write about me

Like you wrote to me this morning

There's no play at all

And all the warmth is gone

And I don't know who you are

And you don't know me.

Yeah now it's broken

Choking on the madness, 'neath the weight

Of the heavy days we're living

What a shame to think

That you and I are

Only to be songs.