Poems

In the dark, we were making up poems
You like your phrases full
Strip it down, let me guess where it's going
So I can swallow your lines whole

As I dissect the phrases
I wonder if my thoughts would phase you
I'll bite my tongue, but I've just got to know

Are these words about me, baby?
Are you thinking of me lately?
When you close your eyes, do you see mine?
Am I reading in too deeply
When you croon your words so sweetly?
Music makes a dreamer of me

In the dark, leave me laying in your poems
So I can wander where you hide
You got nerves? Well, you hardly even show 'em
What is going on inside?

As I dissect the phrases
I wonder if my thoughts would phase you
I'll bite my tongue, but I've just got to know

Are these words about me, baby?
Are you thinking of me lately?
When you close your eyes, do you see mine?
Am I reading in too deeply
When you croon your words so sweetly?
Music makes a dreamer of me

I've got to know, I've got to know, I've got to know
I've got to know, I've got to know, I've got to know, oh, yeah
I've got to know (as I dissect the phrases)
I've got to know (I wonder if my thoughts would phase you)

As I dissect the phrases
I wonder if my thoughts would phase you
I lean in close and start to whisper low

Are these words about me, baby?
Are you thinking of me lately?
When you close your eyes, do you see mine?
Am I reading in too deeply
When you croon your words so sweetly?
Music makes a dreamer of me, yeah

(I've got to know, I've got to know)
When you close your eyes, do you see mine?
(I've got to know, I've got to know)
Oh, music makes a, music makes a, music makes a dreamer of me