Mr. Grumpy Pants

2008/11/07

A Heart Just Skipped A Beat

A Heart Just Skipped A Beat

Oh, this calls for a drink
This calls for a while
They heard an "urgent news"
While lying on the bench outside
Am I mistaken, child?

I could be caught inside the undertow
Where the fires burn that only sonnets know
Where dreamers dream in whispered calls
And write their lives in bathroom stalls
Oh, Sunday knows.

Oh, this is where a troubled head finds rest, in bed
Of course she'll believe a heartbeat if it skipped the truth, and then
There's that subtle time
It's bound to be a while

Oh, and since I've told her why I feel like I do
It's known, the critical part of the show must go on
I must realize why
It's not up to me
And, definitely not up to you

Oh, telling of all the ways
I couldn't know how you feel
The longest time I've been knee deep
Is when yours was the heart that skipped a beat
Oh, Sunday.

But, this time it seems
Pulled out of heartache
And, the dreams now seem real to me
Only this time it feels
It actually feels.


p.s. Yeah, I know it's older... but, I still like it.

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