Still chasing cars?
"We'll do it all, everything, on our own
We don't need anything, or anyone
If I lay here,
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don't quite know how to say, how I feel
Those three words are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here,
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life.
Let's waste time chasing cars,
Around our heads
I need your grace to remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am, all that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.
I don't know where, confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?"
Those were the days --- of love and innocence. When we thought things would never go wrong with us and we'd fight out everything the world threw at us. Of sharing chocolates and counting stars from high up in the skyline, from watching airplanes with astonishment in our eyes and lying under the moon, promising ourselves that love would transcend all. Maybe we were right. Maybe we were wrong. Maybe we were just innocent, unaware of what the world would throw at us later, in such huge measures that we would be unable to simply take stock of the situation and give up soon. We were young, we were restless, we were hugely (and madly) in love. We had no pressures of work or our space or commitments and deadlines. We were chasing cars. Around our heads.
I want to go back to that period, when life was simple. And chasing cars very easy. When we could hold hands and take a walk in the rain, one of us almost drenched by the water (the umbrella only fit for one!). When we could share a pineapple juice, sipping it with a pink straw. When we could be children and talk incessantly, without necessarily yelling, screaming, getting bored with each other. Or being on a guilt/blame trip. We broke hearts, glued them back, broke them again. We broke promises. We un-kept them. We forgot trust and belief. What went wrong? What changed? We didn't fall out of love. We just grew up. Became adults. Stopped being the kids we were and started taking everything too seriously. "Our song" now makes me cry because it brings back a flood of memories that will probably never happen again.
I wish I could chase cars. Again. I wish I could just lie on that balcony, on that soiled mattress, with the washing line above my head (and the sight of numerous clothes dangling mid-air) and count the stars. And just forget the world. Again.
We don't need anything, or anyone
If I lay here,
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don't quite know how to say, how I feel
Those three words are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here,
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life.
Let's waste time chasing cars,
Around our heads
I need your grace to remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am, all that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.
I don't know where, confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?"
Those were the days --- of love and innocence. When we thought things would never go wrong with us and we'd fight out everything the world threw at us. Of sharing chocolates and counting stars from high up in the skyline, from watching airplanes with astonishment in our eyes and lying under the moon, promising ourselves that love would transcend all. Maybe we were right. Maybe we were wrong. Maybe we were just innocent, unaware of what the world would throw at us later, in such huge measures that we would be unable to simply take stock of the situation and give up soon. We were young, we were restless, we were hugely (and madly) in love. We had no pressures of work or our space or commitments and deadlines. We were chasing cars. Around our heads.
I want to go back to that period, when life was simple. And chasing cars very easy. When we could hold hands and take a walk in the rain, one of us almost drenched by the water (the umbrella only fit for one!). When we could share a pineapple juice, sipping it with a pink straw. When we could be children and talk incessantly, without necessarily yelling, screaming, getting bored with each other. Or being on a guilt/blame trip. We broke hearts, glued them back, broke them again. We broke promises. We un-kept them. We forgot trust and belief. What went wrong? What changed? We didn't fall out of love. We just grew up. Became adults. Stopped being the kids we were and started taking everything too seriously. "Our song" now makes me cry because it brings back a flood of memories that will probably never happen again.
I wish I could chase cars. Again. I wish I could just lie on that balcony, on that soiled mattress, with the washing line above my head (and the sight of numerous clothes dangling mid-air) and count the stars. And just forget the world. Again.
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