I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.

Well, I have another song that makes me shiver. This one actually makes me cry sometimes.... Argh. Music. IF YOU DON'T GET MUSIC, I PITY YOU WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING.

I also wish I could sing beautifully. *grumps* But God knew: if I could sing, I'd never shut up.

"Firefly"
She's not like anyone else
You wonder why she captured you like a firefly
And makes you shine like you never could alone
She gets high but hates those cigarettes
She speaks and breaks your intellect
She's allowed to change her mind
Just you try to stop her, yeah
And tell me
Can you see her shining across a crowded room
Where she's the view
And maybe she'll embrace your innocence, maybe
And tell me
Can you see her shining through a crowded room
Where she's the view
And maybe she'll embrace your innocence, maybe
She tells stories like a painter
Colorful words that I don't always understand
But always sounds like somewhere better than here
You know everywhere's better with her
And tell me
Can you see her shining across a crowded room
Where she's the view
And maybe she'll embrace your innocence, maybe
She has this subtle way of making you forget your darkness
Behind some clever conversation
No finer heart could ever beat for you
Could beat for you
And tell me
Can you see her shining across a crowded room
Where she's the view
And maybe she'll embrace your innocence, maybe
And tell me
Can you see her shining across a crowded room
Where she's the view
And maybe she'll embrace your
Maybe, oh just maybe ...

That's what I want to be to someone. *nods*

posted by Emma @ Tuesday, October 21, 2003