Those beautiful eyes were lost in that book
with a perfect smile, and the most beautiful look.

I'll sing of all the ways I miss you
and how this sorrow came to be
the verses, lies I should have whispered
the chorus, truths in harmony.

The melody will break the silence
and call your broken heart to me
to be repaired by love unyielding
to broken hymns in minor key.

At our first dance, you sure did take my breath
Since then my lying lines, I've really felt
There's chemistry I've looked for my life thru
Woman I think it's all in you

I've never seen a woman with so much
I've never seen such pretty skin to touch
All I want is right here in my hands
Heaven knows I'm such a  lucky man

I'll be good at loving you tonight
No way to slow this heartbeat
When you're holding on so tight
You're the dream I have dreamed  of all of my life
I'll be good at loving you tonight


Music by Bobby Johnson

Who is that in my old easy chair
That old familiar face looks so still
Looks like me but it's not breathing
Does it mean it's time for leaving
Before my obligations are fulfilled

I woke up and realized it's just a dream
Gotta get it back together once again
I just want to keep it honest
Follow up on things I've promised
Make use of precious time to every end

Lord, I've got some making up to do
There's so many many dreams to carry thru
Let me walk this road on further
I've done so little for my brother
        Lord, I've got some making up to do

I want waste this chance to get it right
Let me live it to the fullest Lord I plead
My old pasture's looking green now
It's all ambitious dreams now
My obituary's much too soon to read
 
    CHORUS
        
        Tag:  Lord, I've got some making up to do



MUSIC BY BOBBY JOHNSON

Please just don't untie the threads connecting me to you.

They stare,
Their eyes gaping and mouths gawking
Unfinished.
A mother, a father,
A brother, a sister,
Cemented and immortalized together
Forever.
Generations upon generations
Plastered, stacked, stuck.

They leer upon their visitor,
Welcome to there home,
Twisted and cruel,
Yet their beauty is still seen
French goddesses still upon their thrones
Under their castles.
Their lovers,
Still sophisticated and poised,
Protecting themselves and their maidens.

Underground
The Catacombs.

Me
I quickly tap my screen to respond to your message
"I'm absolute garbage and I love you."

You
Your fingers softly brush against the keys as you type out your reply,
"You're absolutely beautiful garbage and I love you more."

Me
I thought that things would be different with you; you were so much more compassionate
"I think I'm in love with you."

You
You hesitate as you read my message, unaware of the stars that were forming in my mind at the mere thought of you
"I'm not in love with you."

Me
I read the message with my brimming eyes and soon enough, I hear the explosions in my ear of the galaxies that once formed when you told me I was an unexplainable force of nature that everyone was wary of.
I also hear the slow thudding of my heart in my ears before everything fades away and becomes numb.

You*
You sit there, quiet and in deep thought
You heard the planets imploding all the way from your bedroom
But all you did was shrug, shake your head and turn up your music.