I want to be close to you,
closer still than this,
closer than what states
and cities
and skin can make us.
Hey, wasn't this feeling
called love, once,
and not longing?
Oh, tell me...
tell me you can kiss it
and make it all better.
Tell me I can
touch your scars,
erase them
with my feather touch.
I want to know you,
that it's not too late,
that you'll still be there
after time
and indiscretion
and fame burn away.
But I gotta drive faster,
work harder
till the sweat runs down my back,
I gotta work later
till my eyes turn inward,
burning.
I gotta do this,
do it right,
or I'm no use to you.
I gotta be here
for myself
if I can't be there
for you.
And you gotta let me.
Yeah, you gotta let me be
all I can.
For the Cause.
And, who knows?
Maybe someday
that cause will be you.

07/27/2002

Posted on 07/27/2002
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