I want to find this girl I know
I need to take her out
I set a snare in evening air
Made of faith and hope and doubt
I want to spend some time with her
Learn the secrets of her trade
I wouldn't mean to cross the line
And look into the other side
Forbidden to my kind
Forbidden to my kind
I need to hang out with my love
The raven-headed sprite
I know I'll never dance like her
Or keep her up at night
I need to hang around with her
I need to let her know
Her cause is mine
I'm but a slave
I look into her wondrous gaze
And taste the strangest core
And make the purest noise
What I would to do to meet the girl
I'd stand out in the rain
Outside my window watching close
She will appear again
Still polishing her crazy nail
Still wispy careless, drunk on song
If I could only right my wrongs
And take her to my favorite place
And steal a melody
'Cause I need only see her face
A dozen worries fall away
And music rushes in
Listen to the sound of life
Drink deep of the day
Wait for her but don't obsess
She will go the other way
Winds will blow and storms will rage
The news is always sad
Money tends to disappear
Beauty crumbles with the years
Music is for us
Music is for us
What I would to do to meet the girl
I'd stand out in the rain
Outside my window watching close
She will appear again
Still polishing her crazy nail
Still wispy careless, drunk on song
If I could only right my wrongs
And take her to my favorite place
And steal a melody
'Cause I need only see her face
A dozen worries fall away
And music rushes in
If I could only see her face
And know that she was close
There is a deeper magic here
The everlasting muse
I left the danger for a nod
I left this sadness for a dig
I know that I am in safe hands
She pays the bill and smokes cigar
And on a napkin silk
She weaves her manuscript with skill
An intro, outro, middle 8
A tapestry of words
A subtle gift to modern rock
She says be popular, play pop
And you will win my love
A subtle gift to modern rock
She says be popular, play pop
And you will win my love
Writer(s): Richard Colburn, Robert Kildea, Stuart Murdoch, Christopher Geddes, Stephen Jackson, Sarah Martin
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