WORDS;

Analise:

She'll undress at your request

another guest trades a smile

she'll learn to be

what you need to see

and look for rainbows in your eyes

Please, please, analise

she'll wear our words

bur hers

still and slight by our side

she'll undress

at our request

as another guest

trades a smile

please, please, analise

life sized

Her face is in a picture

That's circled by a coffee stain... frames her name

I sit here now without her - in silence

Her touch I crave

And all I can remember is the sadness in her eyes As our love died

And all the times I said I knew her

How could I?

She comes like a child she seems so wild

But she's smiling like there's summer in her eyes

always disguised her masked inside

But she's smiling... she's smiling

The sheets fragrance the scent of you and I

Dreams that dried

I sleep in the shadow of your photo

You seem life-sized

She comes....

I would like to hold you

But I am ashamed

so ashamed

And my lips still tremble when I see you

Or hear your name

She comes......

She's so life sized.... she's so life sized

Tears fall like rain

will it ever change

Come feel this shame... come feel this shame

tears fall like rain will it ever change

Come feel this shame

Come......

She is so Life sized

d'arcy:

Lindsay d'arcy copyright 2006

Rise: I will love you again

I watch her rise

as she holds me inside

how we fly - fall into me

stay, stay, stay, stay

I foam and freeze afloat in seas

Your hands are reading me

I will love you again... I will love you again

I'll love you again.... I'll love you again

I watch her there

Her naked glare... a vacant stare

that strips me

Stay stay stay stay

A moments breeze carressing me

please wake me I can't breathe

I'll love you again... again I will love you again

Foam and freeze she comes... she's like the wind falling on my skin

it's too late

I foam and freeze afloat in sea's... I float I sieze... your hands on me, your hands...

Your hands on me... your hands on me... don't break me..

All of me... so late....

your hands on me.... hands on me

Stay.

____________

d'arcy

no reproduction without written consent from Lindsay D'arcy

Feel Something

I could feel better

If I could feel realer

But I don't even know if I feel at all.

I could feel tender

If I could remember

What the sense of touch is for!

Something Like that Something like that

Love is all second hand

Just strangers hands

erasing everything from before.

You could be a family man

If you'd had a family, man

But could you find any purpose in it all

Something like that...

I could be hipper

If I could be thinner but

I'd have too many friends to call

You could be slicker, if your car was bigger

but that's the sales man's cerebral flaw

Something like that....

I could fee tender.....

d'arcy

she's pretty in bows..pretty on the floor