Words from a poetic man (or two)
I was waiting for a cross-town train in the london underground
When it struck me that I've been waiting since birth to find
A love that would look and sound like a movie so I changed
My plans and rented a camera and a van and then
I called you 'I need you to pretend that we are in love again' and you agreed to
I want so badly to believe that 'there is truth, that love is real'
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd
I greased the lens and framed the shot using a friend as my stand-in
The script it called for rain but it was clear that day so we faked it
The marker snapped and I yelled 'quiet on the set'
And then called 'action!'
And I kissed you in a style that clark gable would have admired (I thought it classic)
I want so badly to believe that 'there is truth, that love is real'
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd
I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear
That your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?
A Place for my mind to wander.
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