Robbie Fulks She Must Think I Like Poetry
For every emotion, she's got one she's hiding
She moves closer, as though to reveal her mind
And she dances, like it'll rain inside me
Does she feel that strong?
Do I look so blind?
All the dreams she draws in colors of the rainbow
All the soulfulness she's wasted on me
And by the vicious lies her lips can't help but let go
She must think that I like poetry.
On a high rope, and suddenly thrown off balance
She reaches out into empty air
And for a moment, an animal bares its talons
Oh my sweet sad love
What face won't you wear?
She only hears the words I never say
What's right in front of her is only in her way
The sky that falls helplessly through her hands
And the worlds that Heaven won't let start
All the things that die and come apart
All the ground that she gains, all the breath she's
losing
