Each time you’d pull down the driveway I wasn’t sure when i would see you again. Yours was a twisted blind-sided highway, no matter which road you took then. You set up your place in my thoughts, moved in and made my thinking crowded. Now we’re out in the back with the barking dogs; my heart, the red sun, your heart, the moon, clouded.
I could go crazy on a night like tonight – when summer’s beginning to give up her fight. And every thought’s a possibility and voices are heard but nothing is seen. Why do you spend this time with me? Maybe an equal mystery…
So what is love then? Is it dictated or chosen? Does it sing like the hymns of one thousand years or is it just pop emotion? And if it ever was here and it left, does it mean it was never true? And to exist, it must elude – is that why i think these things of you?
But i could go crazy on a night like tonight – when summer’s beginning to give up her fight. And every thought’s a possibility and voices are heard but nothing is seen. Why do you spend this time with me? Maybe an equal mystery…
But you like the taste of danger – it shines like sugar on your lips. And you like to stand in the line of fire just to show you can shoot straight from your hip. There must be a thousand things you would die for, I can hardly think of two. But not everything is better spoken aloud. Not when I’m talking to you.
The pirate gets the ship and the girl tonight, breaks a bottle to christen her basking in the exploits of her thief. She’s a very good listener. And maybe that’s all that we need – is to meet in the middle of impossibility. Standing at opposite poles equal partners in a mystery.
We’re standing at opposite poles… Equal partners in a mystery.