Summer Russell: Music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)
• MP3 play whole song, lo-fi (modem)

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It starts to rain

And we seem watercolored lovers

In the street’s reflection on the windowpane

And if it’s strange, then I don’t know it

There has never been a kiss before today

It’s waited so, so long

To burst out through a song

And find the lips where it belongs

 

So what is mine

Is what is yours, and what we keep

We have to find

And you are one of seven billion

In a crowd, but somehow you’re the one that shines

Oh, what a lucky star

To find in my backyard

How, I wonder, but here you are

 

when we get home

you coax the wonder from my body

like a sculptor draws a goddess out of stone

if she had known she would have waited

for the hands that could be trusted

with her own

but now it’s all alright

You’re such a lovely sight

Good night, my love, good night

Good night