Stop me when I bore you
Though I may ignore you
what I say is true
out of the blue...
...
I used to lay awake and write my heart out
I'd pour my heart out
I'd tear my heart out
. .. .. .. ..
With a longing, yearning, burning hung-desire
my heart's desire
my heart on fire
. .. .. .. ..
and melodies of love would fill my head (our of the blue)
and endless words of love would fill my bed (out of the blue)
and she would sleep beside me peacefully (out in the blue)
and I'd wish she'd awaken to know me (this is true)
but she never read the words
all the songs she never heard
I would leave them everywhere
but it seemed she didn't care
why she never read the words
seemed to me to be absurd
even though I was always there
it seemed my heart could disappear (into the blue)
stop me if I reach you
I don't want to teach you
I don't ant to sell you
just want to tell you
how I feel
so maybe we could make
something real...
...
she stayed out there
she would not share
I was right here
. .. .. .. ..
out of the blue is where you find me
painting pictures in the sky
out of the blue, so don't remind me
unless you can share this high
out of the blue, it may suprise you
how happy I am alone
when I know we don't have to
grow up all alone...
all the intimacies
that make intensities
emotional meaningful lifetimes
where left to live within my rhymes
all the passions remained
on the physical planes
and I was left to wonder why
we could communicate like this
but she wouldn't even try
so I left the words behind
my heart lied
my heart died
and I kept it all inside
but I tried
how I tried
to live her way
what can I say
I wonder what her life is like today...
out of the blue, this is the story
of the shooting stars that missed
out of the blue, love without glory
just the blissful passion kiss
and in the end it's all forgotten
lost over thousands of years
without words, there is no story
only faint laughter and tears
and it appears
lingering fears
...
some people are afraid of words I guess
they have other ways to express their happiness
maybe that was all there was to it in the end
in the end
in the end
in the end...
out of the blue, there is no ending
only memories gone by
left behind and unrecorded
so was it all a lie?
out of the blue, there is no meaning
unless we share something more
that the physical moments
is that all we are here for?
I write words
looking for
the musical score
...
will you ever read the words
all the songs you never heard
I still leave them everywhere
waiting for someone to care
will you ever read the words
is this message so absurd?
I believe it was always here
even when we let it disappear
it remains.
Out of the blue is where you find me...
.....
now I live within the words
all the songs you never heard
I still leave them everywhere
for anyone who cares
now I love within the words
and it may seem so absurd
but I was still always there
right now
right here....... .. .... . .......... ......... . ......
Out of the blue is where you find me...
you know it's true
it's here for you
if you care
if you share
if you dare
come
out of the blue
