Open Strings

You’ve got a perfect balance of joy and tension
No overwrought hysterics and no artificial fluff
You let me in a world of your own invention
There’s no one else allowed here:
There’s barely room enough for us.

Do you exist or is it imagination?
Just my interpretation of someone else’s inpiration?
I end up thinking of you while I’m lyin’ here in bed
I wouldn’t want to lose the sound of your words 
   ringing in my head

I keep on hoping that you’ll be mine forever
Unveiling all your secrets and leading me unto 
   salvation
You let me make believe we belong together
No time for other things
I just wanna hear your open strings

~ 1999