Justin Gombita - For You, My Muse
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(Well it’s quite—quite a sight to see, innit?)
Ah, I wanna revolve around you
Baby, when the Earth corrects itself
You’ll be the sun
I mean, there’s a couple other things I could say to
Get across the feelings that I’ve got going on
Oh, I could tell you what I think
Write it in a poem in—with, with invisible ink
And I’ll hope that in the right light
You could read between the lines
And I could tell you the truth between these lies, oh
The threads you hold me by, have begun to unwind
I only speak when you move your hand
Every word that comes out
I fear you won’t understand
Oh darling, I’m quite a mess, heh
Oh, oh God
Bloody hell
You tell me that you like my prosody
“You’ve got a way with words,”
That’s what you say
Oh, you tell me that you think I’m funny
That’s enough to make me feel rather gay
And I hope that maybe we could touch fingers
(And we could linger too long)
Oh yeah, I’m in the pocket now, baby
Oh, tell me what else you’ve got
Going on in your head, oh
I could get a full time job answering your questions
Why don’t you come here?
Why don’t you just come over and just sit around
Be like a piece of art
You’re more like—
You’re more like a TV show
Y’know like, I get something out of you—
Not that, not that that’s unexpected, of course
Oh honey, I never wanna cry again
Do you get a kick out of knowing you’re a muse?
Your face is the kind that needs to just be
Frozen in time like a statute
I’ve got tears, I’ve got tears on my cheek
Like a window in the heat
Everywhere you go you bring the summer with you
No wonder I wanna keep you around, you know?
(Oh wait, I’m British)
I think that we—you and me pretty make a—
Could make a good pair
If you could just be in the same room as me once
Ah, I wanna revolve around you
Baby, when the Earth corrects itself
You’ll be the sun
I mean, there’s a couple other things I could say to
Get across the feelings that I’ve got going on
Oh, I could tell you what I think
Write it in a poem in—with, with invisible ink
And I’ll hope that in the right light
You could read between the lines
And I could tell you the truth between these lies, oh
The threads you hold me by, have begun to unwind
I only speak when you move your hand
Every word that comes out
I fear you won’t understand
Oh darling, I’m quite a mess, heh
Oh, oh God
Bloody hell
You tell me that you like my prosody
“You’ve got a way with words,”
That’s what you say
Oh, you tell me that you think I’m funny
That’s enough to make me feel rather gay
And I hope that maybe we could touch fingers
(And we could linger too long)
Oh yeah, I’m in the pocket now, baby
Oh, tell me what else you’ve got
Going on in your head, oh
I could get a full time job answering your questions
Why don’t you come here?
Why don’t you just come over and just sit around
Be like a piece of art
You’re more like—
You’re more like a TV show
Y’know like, I get something out of you—
Not that, not that that’s unexpected, of course
Oh honey, I never wanna cry again
Do you get a kick out of knowing you’re a muse?
Your face is the kind that needs to just be
Frozen in time like a statute
I’ve got tears, I’ve got tears on my cheek
Like a window in the heat
Everywhere you go you bring the summer with you
No wonder I wanna keep you around, you know?
(Oh wait, I’m British)
I think that we—you and me pretty make a—
Could make a good pair
If you could just be in the same room as me once
