Chris Mills Such A Beautiful Thing
It took forty days and forty nights
To get myself feeling right
The desert in my head was dry as a bone
I followed breadcrumb trails and Christmas lights
Street signs and satellites
Even shouted your name through a cheap megaphone
'Cause you burn like something that burns
And you sing like something that sings
There are no words to describe such a beautiful thing
I crawled my way through empty streets
Over parking lots and movie seats
Picking up clues in the threads of my coat
I found a letter from my future self
And true to form, it was little help
'Cause these useless lines were all that I wrote
You shine like something that shines
And you ring like something that rings
There are no words to describe such a beautiful thing
Finally I caught a break
A treasure map in a birthday cake
Two crossing lines revealed you to me
And standing by your bedroom door
I knocked three times and then once more
'Cause I knew that luck was but one thing I'd need
'Cause you burn like something that burns
And you sing like something that sings
There are no words to describe such a beautiful thing
