The Month Of May

There was a song in my room I wanted you to hear.
It had colours and rhythms and a story most dear.
But I kept it to myself out of sorrow and fear
That you would hear it too soon and never again come near.

But you heard it anyway and it made you laugh.
You saw me too soon and your eyes cut me in half.
But I laugh, too, and I don't want it to end.
This time together with the one who gave me this painful yen.
YOu think I am an interesting stranger.
I have secrets you don't know that could be a danger.
I have lies that would hurt me to share.
But truths that could comfort me if you care.
So why don't I stop now?
Why don't I take my bow?
I can't say with words in a song Things that can't be found in time no matter how long.
We sit together and talk of everything that might go wrong.
But let's not talk, let's not say
We can't see where we are, we don't know the way.
Let's just say we have today.
We have today.
And if that is enough to keep fate from asking us to pay
Then I will stay beside you until the month of May.
I will stay beside you any kind of way.
Boy, this is all I want to say.
Until the month of May.

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