When I gave myself to you
it felt like wasted time.
When moved so fluid in one motion
and flowed off into light.
Well it dawned on me that you may be
the careful kind.
Am I foolish to believe
that I can change your mind?
Chased you through streets, overcrowded
you must have been disguised.
Well it dawned on me that you may be
the doubting kind.
And sure enough, this heavy gust
of wind seems to never die.
You breathe it in and back out again
when I’m close and by your side.
Don’t let sadness rule your conscious,
let your heart decide.
I will wait with no defences
for when your pain subsides.
Well it dawned on me that you may be
the hurting kind.
And sure enough, this heavy gust
of wind seems to never die.
You breathe it in and back out again,
when I’m close and by your side.
Now that time has passed between us
months have faded out.
They have broken what was often
a man without doubt.
Well it dawned on me I may not see
a sign I was not to believe that
I am not your kind.
No, I am not your kind.
First performed over a year ago. And yet, timely.
