My glass is raised to you
Your single most greatest experience is your witness of music.
You have faraway loves, friends, glances.
And all the possibilities you posess.
Though charming and witty,
You die with every bit you divulge.
Promises you keep only to yourself.
If you remember all of your life, it's a miracle.
Miracle, miracle you.
My glass to my forehead
I shake my head at you.
In dream I see you,
galavanting across unknown lands.
Yikes! It's getting bright;
The sun burns me as do your eyes.
Miracle, miracle you.
Nebulous, enigmatic, thoughtful.
I shake my head at you.
My glass is raised in a toast...
To you,
Miracle you.
Na Shalladdeno (is that right?)
Oh well! It's just fine, Kevin.
My glass is raised to you,
And I love you, too.
(~*