Today Joseph is sitting alone, with occasional nods to the waitress She tops off his cup while she's snapping her gum, making her rounds on the lunch shift Counting out coins, he leaves them arranged, in neat lines and circles and arcs She just stares at the tip that spells out her name and ideas are like stars
And yesterday pedaling down 4th Avenue, between the stalls and the bookshops The sepia tones of a lost afternoon cradled a curio storefront And inside the air was thick with the past, as the dust settled onto his heart And here for a moment is every place in the world and ideas are like stars
They fall from the sky, they run round your head They litter your sleep as they beckon They'd teach you to fly without wires or thread They promise if only you'd let them
For the language of longing never had words, so how did you speak from your heart Yet here is a box that swears it has heard that ideas are like stars
Tonight Joseph stood out in the yard, as Debussy played from the kitchen Celestial companions `til mornings first lark, shone overhead and he listened And who was that shadow there by the gate, who was that there standing guard It was only loneliness, and loneliness waits, and ideas are like stars Ideas are like starsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
