the smile in your voice
and the technicolour summer sky of your eyes
the sunshine farmboy mess of your hair
and your long johns and straw hat
and all the goodwill plaid that you wear
and your shuffle side to side and the rhythm of your strides and
the maraschino glaze on your eyes when it's night
the lunar eclipse of your pupils
and your hands that make the girls cry
free fallin', close your eyes
you are the most beautiful music
your hands pool with light
that drips like wax onto my skin
i taste infinity when i breathe
when i breathe all of you in
so either you're icarus or you're the sun
but either way you're burning up
who's to say what's up and down
black and white and north and south
and really
what's the harm
in free fallin'
when trying to capture you
i had to look closer
throw my preconceived notions away
and maybe my vision's not quite 20-20
but you look pretty good today
and damn-
i'm falling too
your hands hold stories in chords i don't know
that whisper and weep to me
so long and so slow
cut me open sew me up
and seep into my bones
you're nitty gritty soft and pretty heavy metal blues
stairway to heaven and byob
raised on the dark side of the moon
you are the most beautiful music
and the world is your guitar
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