Maybe you will find a love
That you discover accidentally
Who falls against you gently
As a pickpocket
Brushes your thigh
Further to fly
Effortless music from the cameroons
The spinning darkness of her hair
A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants everything
Sometimes I’ll be walking down
The street and I’ll be thinking
Am I crazy
Or is this some morbid little lie
Further to fly
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always a favorite song of mine, though i also like any of the songs from either of his more african-influenced albums (graceland and rhythm of the saints). rhythm of the saints just has such a laid-back, hot-afternoon-with-a-cool-breeze in the shade kind of feel...
Posted by kendra at July 12, 2005 02:31 PM