The Way It Has to Be

And I could sing you a lullaby
If it would clear your sweet head
If you would lie yours next to mine
And I could soak in the brown of your eyes
Sliding my fingers in yours
Feeling your lips against my head

I could stare forever at the waves of the ocean
And never get bored
And never forget the salt in the air as I licked my lips
Wishing that the heat would never leave my skin
And you would always be
Always be here waiting beside me

I could ponder the edge of the garden
Where does the planted flower become nothing but dirt
Or a blade of grass?
Whistling nature's tune
Singing only songs for you
Wishing it was all different
And we would never wake up to find our concern
Still tipsy from the night before
Spinning, grasping, singing,
Happier than we could ever be
Erase these sugar-plum dreams
If you can, if you will
If it's the way it has to be

Wonder

There was an end that walked up to me and shook its fist
To tell me to see things anew
And I would paint everything blue and green
And hide it inside my shoe
While I trek the rest of my journey to you
Into you, above you, below you, inside of you

There are so many things I could do if I would stop turning around to check
To see that my footprints are lasting
Singing on a beat to dance following what I am hiding against
I am so new to the day and I believe I shine
And I tell you to hold on to mystery
Because that is the one thing they can't deny you when you disappear
You'd be the talk of town when they realize today is nothing like yesterday
And you, baby, you are new
And I have lost myself into wonder of the realities you think up
Painted against a coffee cup
The one that gets me through the day
Helps me write the words I could never say
The moments I would relive, just to feel that sense of beauty
We all forget about once it's over, and we only get a whiff of the memory when a scent floats up
And our brains are turning, turning and yearning, and begging to build the sandcastle that no wave would break

The melody of mystery that hides you under it's salted waves
And carresses your sultry skin in perfect tan
And I could fall for it one more time
And know that in life it doesn't have to always be perfect
Sometimes the rough edges are the nicest things to touch
And you are the best thing to love
If only I weren't so afraid of the crashing
If I weren't so afraid of you waking up and catching the next train out of My Heart
And move way out yonder until I forget the crisp sound of you voice
The heavenly scent you left in your covers
Until my mascara runs dry, waiting for an unspoken goodbye
One, perfect castles will never hear, because fairy tales don't know the word, Goodbye
Certainly not as well as I