I played 6 strings to the harbour,
in 6 foot waves, the music crept...
and she stared at nothing
from another 6 strings...
but there's a tower here,
that I'll knock down,
I'll bulldoze it straight to the ground.
No pain here, no war, no decoration.
I know it's not quite you're style.
"Did you ever fall for someone of this stage?
Did anyone ever pull so hard,
that you snapped a string?
Or you're hand slipped?"
She smelled like the desert,
like salt, like a dream,
and I went to the ocean
to talk to the sea...
opposites attract, you see.
I walked to the sea and I slipped inside,
"You know I've always feared you, don't you?
But I want to know how it feels to fill this space.
I want to know how you feel, filling all of this space.
You answered, "It's all in the dance,
you fill the space with how you move
how you hit, and how you strike.
and everyone will fall in Love with you one night.
Did you ever wonder how hard you hit
when you hit so hard?
God, I've hit harder than I thought I could.
You struck so hard,
these 6 strings spent,
so now I'll dance for you.
I tell you, its all in your dance,
you fill the space with how you move,
how you hit, and how you strike...
and everyone fell in Love with you that night.
But, clumsy footed me,
I'd forgotten to dance,
tongue-tied and stupid,
I forfeit everything,
I fell to the beach,
I fell to the sea,
I lost sight of everything,
you lost sight of me...
as the waves wound tighter round my stumbling feet.
©1998 rob hinkal