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The Book of You and I

You came in that evening with the wind.

I guess I’ll take my chances, chances are a chance like you won’t come again.

We can wake up being more than friends.

We’ll have a happy ending if you’d only show me where I should begin.

Is there a secret here?

Well, only time can tell if it’s the kind we share or keep within ourselves.

No, we will never write the book of you and I

Watching one another through each other’s thin disguise.

Let’s enhance this second glance and see if I’ve been blind.

Won’t ya’ tell me babe what’s going on behind your eyes.

You’re a living breathing work of art.

A gentle drifting melody; your fingers pluck the strings that tug my heart.

Make a wish upon a shooting star then down ya’ fell from heaven

Now I know you, but I wonder what you are?

Yes, we can vanish where the lazy night is young,

When everything appears the way it could become.



So, if we leave it up to fate and face what’s in the cards.

Will good things come to those who wait, or will they come apart?