Imelda May Home
"What is love?", you ask
My head spins, recallin' every song
Story, words, and glorious things I ever heard
Very cliché rings in my ears
Like a bell announcin' the birth of a new day
Or the death of yesterday
Depends on how you hear it
I haven't a clue
So I ask love: "What are you?"
Love replies:
"Can't you feel me? I'm here
I'm the one holdin' your hand remindin' you not to forget me
I'm the warm feelin' in your belly when you don't know why
I'm the ache to the core when one someone sways to the other side of a vibe
I'm the tingle of your skin when it's touched by the tip of a thrill you can rely on
The knowing, when your eyes meet eyes that recognize yours
And hold you, loose enough to move freely
But tight enough to never let you fall
I'm the breath you take in and let all the way out to the end
When you're held
And your shoulders drop into arms
You flop that feel like a blanket of truth
And wrap you and sooth you
To the moon you thought was in the sky
I'm the backbone that holds it all together
The vertebrae stacked on top of each other
When it's all gone pear shaped and wrong
I'm the bitin' on your lip keepin' it zipped
Swallowin' words that could wound and rip apart
I'm choosin' kindness over bein' right
I'm the fight in you when you don't know how
The life in you when it's gone right out
I'm life when I'm near, hope without fear
I'm nothin' fancy in a world drippin' in gold
But a beautiful jewel never bought, never sold
And when you open your heart and let me in alone
You'll know who I am, because I feel like home"
