Itâ??s one drink for her paintings, itâ??s another for the sea
Then youâ??re shipwrecked in the beauty of her ambiguity
Thatâ??s how she plays her hand, you must grasp it twice

A dreamerâ??s fingers warm from throwing ice-cold dice

Street café overlooking the changing tide

She finds wisdom in the wine, loveâ??s a journey not a ride
Then youâ??re riding trains, knee touching knee
Night anchors in strange waters, itâ??s a dare to swim free


Your city is on fire, canâ??t see where the line begins
Jesus took the lock off heavenâ??s door

Not sure your key fits in
She makes you think sheâ??s in control
She makes the neon dance and weave

The meaning of her words gets lost in the tempo of the way she breathes
You want it all but in the meanwhile
Youâ??re passing through the turnstile

On your way to the "D"

Hello, goodbye, Iâ??ll text you now and then

Weeks have gone by and we were closer than we should have been
Canâ??t disconnect what you feel, itâ??s a quick death but itâ??s slow
Sometimes you canâ??t hold on when you canâ??t let go


Love knows how to wing it, then it learns how to fly
Thereâ??s a sadness when she brings it

Trapped and too personal to pry
Youâ??re waiting for love injected beneath your sleeve
So you can rid your blood of yearning for something too unreal to believe

You want it all but in the meanwhile
Youâ??re passing through the turnstile
On your way to the "D"