A Menina no Espelho Clandestina

Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want

Time takes care of the wound, so I can believe.
You had so much to give, you thought I couldn't see.
Gifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceived.
I had to send it away to bring us back again.

Your eyes and bodie brighten silent waters, deep.
Your precious dream in the other room, asleep.
A kiss goodnight from every stranger that I meet.
I had to send it away to bring us back again.

Morning theft. Unpretending left. Ungraceful.

True self is what brought you here to me.
A place where we can accept this love.
Friendship battered down by useless history,
Unexamined failure.

What am I still to you?
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?

That brings us to who we need,
A place where we can save
A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir.

You’re a woman, I’m a calf.
You’re a window, I’m a knife.
We come together making chance into starlight.

Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want.
I have no right to wonder just how, or when.

You know the meaning fits. There’s no relief in this.
I miss my beautiful friend.

I had to send it away to bring her back again.

Morning Theft, Jeff Buckley