run for cover…

There’s times where I want something more
Someone more like me
There’s times when this dress rehearsal
Seems incomplete
But, you see the colors in me like no one else
And behind your dark glasses you’re…
You’re something else

You’re really lovely
Underneath it all
You want to love me
Underneath it all
I’m really lucky
Underneath it all
You’re really lovely

You know some real bad tricks
And you need some discipline
But, lately you’ve been trying real hard
And giving me your best
And, you give me the most gorgeous sleep
That I’ve ever had
And when it’s really bad
I guess it’s not that bad

So many moons that we have seen
Stumbling back next to me
I’ve seen right through and underneath
And you make me better
I’ve seen right through and underneath
And you make me better
Better… better…

You are my real Prince Charmin’
Like the heat from the fire
You were always burnin’
And each time you’re around
My body keeps stalin’
For your touch
Your kisses and your sweet romancin’
There’s an underside to you
That so many adore
Aside from your temper
Everything else secure
You’re good for me, baby
Oh that, I’m sure
Over and over again
I want more

You’ve used up all your coupons
And all you’ve got left is me
And somehow I’m full of forgiveness
I guess it’s meant to be

You’re really lovely
Underneath it all
You want to love me
Underneath it all
I’m really lovely
Underneath it all
And you’re really lovely

apir!

Your Laughter

Take my breath away, if you wish,
Take the air away, but
Do not take your laughter away from me.

Do not take the rose away,
The lanceflower that you pluck,
The water that suddenly
Bursts forth in your joy,
The sudden wave
Of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
With tired eyes
At times from having seen
The unchanging earth,
But when your laughter enters
It rises to the sky seeking me
And it opens for me all
The doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
Hour your laughter
Opens, and if suddenly
You see my blood staining
The stones of the street
Laugh, because your laughter
Will be for my hands
Like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in autumn,
Your laughter must raise
Its foamy cascade,
And in spring, love,
I want your laughter like
The flower I was waiting for,
The blue flower, the rose
Of my echoing country.

Laugh in the night,
In the day, on the moon,
Laugh at the twisted
Streets of the island,
Laugh at this clumsy
Boy who loves you,
But when I open
My eyes and close them,
When my steps go,
When my steps return,
Deny me bread, air,
Light, spring,
But never your laughter
For which I would die.

- Pablo Neruda