I don't need from you a waterfall of careless praise
And I don't need a trophy for all the games i've played
But all I want is your eyes
In the morning as we wait for a short while
And I don't need you to catch my wondering eye
And I don't expect a southern girl to know the northern lights
And all I want is your eyes
In the morning as we wait for a short while
And I do need the wind across my pale face
And I do need the furn to unfurl in the spring
And I do need the grass to sway
Yes, I do need to know my place
-bowerbirds
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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