How Could I Feel You Near

 

I climbed this hill, watching so still
I took to the fields of all I held dear
But up on this height,
A majestic sight flooded the skies
How I could feel you nearOh, I could sail the world
Search through the darkest waters,
But I’d never find these golden eyes

I held the stars to light where you are
When your unfeigned heart called to me through the dark
Soaked in the sound that rose from the ground
There I could feel, I felt, I felt you near

Oh, I could sail the world
Search through the darkest waters,
But I’d never find these golden eyes

Oh, I wait for the seas to part, to be with you, oh

Oh, I could sail the world
Search through the darkest waters,
But I’d never find these golden eyes

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In the morning when I wake and the sun is coming through, oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness, and you fill my head with you. Can I be close to You?

 

In the morning when I wake
And the sun is coming through,
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness,
And you fill my head with you.Shall I write it in a letter?
Shall I try to get it down?
Oh, you fill my head with pieces
Of a song I can’t get out.

Can I be close to you?
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh
Can I be close to you?
Ooh, ooh.

Can I take it to a morning
Where the fields are painted gold
And the trees are filled with memories
Of the feelings never told?

When the evening pulls the sun down,
And the day is almost through,
Oh, the whole world it is sleeping,
But my world is you.

Can I be close to you?
(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah).
Can I be close to you?
(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah).

Can I be close to you?
(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah).
Can I be close to you?
(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah).

Can I be close to you?
Ooh, ooh.

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Oh, love of mine.. bring me your love, tonight.

— Dillon, As Much As I Could

Oh.

Love of mine,
Won’t you lay by my side,
And rest your weary eyes,
Before we’re out of time,
Give me one last kiss,
For soon, such distance,
Will stretch between our lips,
Now the day’s losing light.

Oh.

Bring me your love, tonight.
Bring me your love, tonight.

Lost at sea,
My heart beat is growing weak,
Hoping you’d hear my plea,
And come save my life,
As the storm grew fierce,
An angel was certainly near,
I knew there was nothing to fear.

Bring me your love, tonight.
Bring me your love, tonight.
No I am not where I belong,
Bring me your love, tonight.

No I am not where I belong,
So shine a light and guide me home.
No I am not where I belong,
So shine a light, guide me back home.

Oh

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All of Me is All for You

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I am a poppy

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Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta.

 

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.

― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

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P is for Poppies

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

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I Love You

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I’ll taste the devil’s tears, drink from his soul, but I’ll never give up you

— Angus and Julia Stone, The Devils Tears

He said “I am the devil, boy, come with me
And we’ll make many storms”
He offered me the universe
But inside my heart there’s a picture of a girl

Some call love a curse, some call love a thief
But she’s my home 
And she’s as much apart for this broken heart, but see 
Broken bones always seem to mend

I’ll taste the devil’s tears
Drink from his soul, but I’ll never give up you
I’ll taste the devil’s tears
Drink from his soul, but I’ll never give up you

He said “I am the devil, boy, 
Come with me and we’ll break many laws”
He offered me eternal life but inside my heart there’s a picture of a girl

Some call love a curse, some call love a thief
But she’s my home and she
And she’s as much apart for this broken heart, but see
Broken bones always seem to mend

I’ll taste the devil’s tears
Drink from his soul, but I’ll never give up you
I’ll taste the devil’s tears
Drink from his soul, but I’ll never give up you

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I can say that you look pretty, you turn my legs into spaghetti.

— Dillon

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