i ripped my heart out and showed her how each string
entangled nicely into the threads that layout
the kind of love that pursued her.
she simply smiled, and then my pulse ran out.
she turned around, swing swing,
she sang her heart to the moon,
the airwaves brought me every sound,
her pitch was off she had no timing,
she was a treasure found.
i wish i knew who she was singing to, i wish i knew,
i wish that she knew too.
i wish i knew what i could say to make heart sway..
if i called her name through the airwaves,
would she call mine back, would she call mine back?
if i sent my love on paper plane.
would she send love back? would she send love back?
1 comment:
hi dylan !
i winded up here and like what i hear (on your myspace). i love that you are starting out so young; it's wonderful.
anyway, my name is kym and i'm the co-director of kollaboration new york, an asian american talent show on june 27th at nyu skirball center, and would love to have you apply to audition. you still have time to send an application (april 10), so email me at kym@kollaboration.org if you're interested !
hope to hear from you soon. :)
kym
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