"To see you when I wake up, is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do, is a three-fold utopian dream." Incubus I miss you, Make Yourself (1999) [7:23]
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adult themes
printable version written :: 2005 fall Linfield desc :: Hey, writing mildly dirty songs is very fun. But other than that I suppose it's just a --more colorful than usual-- love song. [57:6:23]
Don't mean to complain, but I've had this dream.
This waiting room of a life can be so dull I want to scream.
But, certain magazines make me tight in the jeans,
so let's you and me depict some adult themes.
BRIDGE
And, still you remain... fuel for my fantasy.
You whisper my name- and I try to resist.
You whisper the place- I imagine only a tryst.
You make me glad I'm a poet. Presently the words don't exist.
Electricity in my veins; the paralysis... of kissed.
BRIDGE
CHORUS
If you've never made love
it's like never seeing the ocean.
Stranded ashore, he asks what's the commotion?
But, baby I know you
you're... poetry in motion.
Master of Love, I found etched on the door.
She appears, voice over begins: they don't make'em like that anymore.
These days black and white but girl you filmed me in colour.
A dame saunters in- suddenly I'm amateur.
BRIDGE
I fight and I fight- to be a man of action,
but at the end of the day- I just need some distraction.
I try and I try- words are no satisfaction,
I can't articulate- this amount of attraction.