you go backwards and then you go forwards
this beating in my chest won't let up
i can't stop it and neither can you
because you are the cause and the reason
the season of the year when all else fails
you will, i will, love won't
if words meant anything
maybe this would mean something
but all the words in all the dictionaries
can't explain what's been created
a friction, a fraction of the spark that
we've seen in the eyes of all those
boy-girls/humans-gods and the endless
sense that in the midst of everything--
chaos, danger, death, mutilation, humiliation, redemption,
faith, service and faithfulness--
the stars were alligned
and god got one right.
but for someone who never gets anything wrong,
i guess that makes us the culprits.
all those things we do to complicate beauty
slashing the faces of angles, screwing up
what wa meant to right,
holding onto that very thing meant to set us free
if i've done you wrong, forgive me
if i've gone too far, let me go
if you love me, forgive me
if you hate me, don't tell me
if you need me, i need you to
if i've been important to you,
then you've been important to me
if today were the day, you'd be the one
i called on the phone to thank
if the sky's gonna fall down,
let it fall on me
if you're having a break down
you can break on me
the mistakes i've made
have not been your fault.
the love i've polluted
will now be restored
the promises i make, you make,
will be fulfilled
the reasons are clear...
i was lost. in a dark place.
without him. i was a stranger
in paradise. i was lost
but now i'm found.
i'll make this right.
we'll make this right.
not today, not tomorrow.
maybe not next week
or next month.
maybe three more years will go by
before we correct the erros of judgment
maybe i'll learn to forgive friends
and love others the way they're supposed to be loved
maybe i'll get over this bullshit obsession with things of this world
and learn to give it all away
i already gave my heart.
now all i have to do is give my checkbook.
then maybe the words i say
will turn into actions.
and maybe those actions
will save our world.
and if not, if all else fails,
there's still love.
and our endless pursuit of it.
i can't stop it and neither can you
because you are the cause and the reason
the season of the year when all else fails
you will, i will, love won't
if words meant anything
maybe this would mean something
but all the words in all the dictionaries
can't explain what's been created
a friction, a fraction of the spark that
we've seen in the eyes of all those
boy-girls/humans-gods and the endless
sense that in the midst of everything--
chaos, danger, death, mutilation, humiliation, redemption,
faith, service and faithfulness--
the stars were alligned
and god got one right.
but for someone who never gets anything wrong,
i guess that makes us the culprits.
all those things we do to complicate beauty
slashing the faces of angles, screwing up
what wa meant to right,
holding onto that very thing meant to set us free
if i've done you wrong, forgive me
if i've gone too far, let me go
if you love me, forgive me
if you hate me, don't tell me
if you need me, i need you to
if i've been important to you,
then you've been important to me
if today were the day, you'd be the one
i called on the phone to thank
if the sky's gonna fall down,
let it fall on me
if you're having a break down
you can break on me
the mistakes i've made
have not been your fault.
the love i've polluted
will now be restored
the promises i make, you make,
will be fulfilled
the reasons are clear...
i was lost. in a dark place.
without him. i was a stranger
in paradise. i was lost
but now i'm found.
i'll make this right.
we'll make this right.
not today, not tomorrow.
maybe not next week
or next month.
maybe three more years will go by
before we correct the erros of judgment
maybe i'll learn to forgive friends
and love others the way they're supposed to be loved
maybe i'll get over this bullshit obsession with things of this world
and learn to give it all away
i already gave my heart.
now all i have to do is give my checkbook.
then maybe the words i say
will turn into actions.
and maybe those actions
will save our world.
and if not, if all else fails,
there's still love.
and our endless pursuit of it.

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