While We Contemplate This
It's not about you, it's not about me either
It's not about the birds in the sky or how deep is the river
& while we contemplate this why don't we kiss
You look me up, you look me down
& I can feel the way you talk to me, it's a beautiful sound
& as the story still unfolds, I hold your hand in the dark & wonder
Could our lust turn to love
It's not about you, it's not about me either
It's not about the birds in the sky or how deep is the river
& while we contemplate this why don't we kiss
You reel me in with your longing stare
What's underneath - the logic's bare, is there a heart in there to feed
& although your hands can do a little dance all through the show
It's not romance, as such, it doesn't go that deep
Another verse, another man to muse upon
and it's not long before you're under my skin
I caught a glimpse of something more inside the heart
The mind, the soul of you - it's burning from within
In your stream of thoughts I’m free
A figurine amongst the debris
Look at us in the battle dust
Our little hearts are just caught up
And in your flow of words I fall
I made a veil with them, that’s all
I slip away in your refrain
This tenderness caught in a flame
It's not about you, it's not about me either
It's not about the birds in the sky or how deep is the river
and while we contemplate this why don't we kiss
Written, performed & produced © ℗ Gaynor Perry
Tenderness Caught In A Flame
70 x 70 cm, oil on board
