Saturday, April 15, 2006

tattooed on my mind

Maybe you soon
Forget about all
Or maybe you'll miss it like I do
But one thing's for sure
I'm all knocked out
I spend too much time thinking of you

And I can't get you out of my dreams
Now I know you're the dangerous kind
And your smile is tattooed on my mind
'Cause I can't get you out of my dreams

I don't wanna write
I don't wanna call
I would not know what to say
It should be you
That's how I want it to be
Tell me you feel the same way

And I can't get you out of my dreams
Now I know you're the dangerous kind
And your smile is tattooed on my mind
And I can't get you out of my dreams, oh

Oh yesterdayI was feeling safe
All I do today
is trying to be brave
And no melody can seem to soothe my mind
Now I curse you for being
So sweet and so kind

Yes I know you're tattooed
On my mind you're tattooed

An anthropologist once asked a Hopi why so many of his people's songs were about rain. The Hopi replied, "Because water is so scarce. Is that why so many of your songs are about love?" ~ Gila: Life and Death of an American River