They think forever flows just like a river,
But I know better - I’ve just come from the delta
And I’ll be waiting for you
By the seashore, in the moonlight
Where you quietly take my hand
And you can fly, and turn to see the lights
That shine around the harbor,
And all the distant cares that lie down there,
They’ll keep them ‘til tomorrow
And you and I will sit and talk about my gift
To see this, to feel this, to touch this
For all our time
“It’s all so futile…” you say into the mirror -
“…all these plans will so soon be forgotten…”
And I try to catch you, if only for a moment,
From a shadow, in the corner of your eye
To say you’ll fly and turn to catch the light
Of the bonfires by the river
And all the doubts and fears that fill these years
Will fade into tomorrow,
And you and I will sit and talk about my gift
To see this, to feel this, to touch this
For all our time
They’re always pleading for a bargain I just can’t give them,
Looking up, digging down, cashing in, selling out
To see this, to feel this, to touch this,
To hear this, to taste this, to hold this,
To try this, to fear this, to know this,
To love this, to dream this,
Just one more time.
Post-Worthless, Annique Monet makes solo LP of magical, psychedelic pop songs that drift in and out of consciousness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 22, 2015
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