Hot Air Balloons (The)
You Worried Yourself Into A Corner, David
Well our love may not be something you can crumble in your hand,
But it is fragile to some extent, I understand
There's days it's all around you and you can smell it in the air,
And others it's so absent you will wonder was it ever there at all
So you re-read the words you sleep on under your pillow
Where I wrote
Where I wrote
"There is nothing so intangible as the love you and I have to come to know."
And I pick and pick our love apart until I find a flaw
And suddenly it doesn't feel so much like love, anymore
So I phone up a close friend and ask
"Am I doomed to analyse the good from everything until the day I die?"
And she said
"Hush David, there are things in life you won't understand until the day you're dead."
And I know there is nothing so ridiculous
As being that guy who just thinks too much
From Letras Mania