In honor of Valentine’s Day, here’s another un-ironic love song. The guitar was unavailable today, so I wrote this on the bouzouki (the most romantic instrument of all?).
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I don’t know my face
I don’t know my name
Everything
All looks the same, it’s true
I thought I could say
Who I was
And now I don’t know
I guess that’s because of youNone of these words
Make any sense
I’ll give it all up
I’ll end the suspense
For youI am here
Here and now
The hemispheres
We circle round
It’s true
We’re still wrapped around
There are no words
But there is a soundMaybe it’s real
Maybe it’s kind
We all need a chance
To just unwind a bit
‘Cause I can hold on
To everything
I know you can, too
Sometimes you just cling to itWhat is love?
Is it just a routine?
Well I don’t know
What does it mean
To you?I am here
Here and now
The hemispheres
We circle round
It’s true
We’re still wrapped around
There are no words
But there is a sound
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