Can you tell that I love color
And contrast and
The perspective of falling?
Can you tell that my tastes
Change and falter
And sing and slide around
Until it all falls into place?
Can you tell I'm immature,
Hasty, non-committal,
Full of quirks up to my ears?
Can you tell that I'll love this
Half-lived, whole-hearted existence
Till the day it's over
And I can finally say "Yes...
I've done the best I can,
Now give me all the better...
I've waited all my life for it to come."
And contrast and
The perspective of falling?
Can you tell that my tastes
Change and falter
And sing and slide around
Until it all falls into place?
Can you tell I'm immature,
Hasty, non-committal,
Full of quirks up to my ears?
Can you tell that I'll love this
Half-lived, whole-hearted existence
Till the day it's over
And I can finally say "Yes...
I've done the best I can,
Now give me all the better...
I've waited all my life for it to come."
