If I had the balls, I’d find a way to say this to your face:
You’re my favorite member of the whole entire human race.
It’s 2 a.m., I’m stoned and sitting at my escritoire,
From thoughts of you and spring; I’m hiding behind my guitar.
I wish I could un-smell your hair.
Your smell surrounds me everywhere.
Cause even when you’re not around,
I know exactly where you’re found.
You’re somewhere in a synapse.
I’ve heard it said the less you say, sometimes the more is heard;
When you say nothing, babe, I’m hanging on your every word.
I tried to call before I found you on the internet;
In two dimensions you’re my favorite love I’ve never met.
Would you still be my valentine
If I woke up and couldn’t rhyme?
I hope you don’t find it too scary
If I’m around in February
Somewhere in a synapse…
Somewhere in a synapse…
"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.
But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken.
It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.
He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"
Friday, September 19, 2008
Adam Temple - Somewhere in a Synapse
I just finished writing a new song, here's a video and the lyrics:
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Late night aye? I like it.
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