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About Love

You don’t lay down anything for me,
you don’t lay down any time.
So how would I know
if I crossed the line?

And if I talked about James Dean’s car to the wind
about how there’s girls in your hair and everywhere,
about how the smoke decides where the fire ends;
If I talked about patience now and then
and when to say “when...”
you would see me again
because I would not talk about love.

It was in the heat that I loved the man,
but I woke up in Amsterdam.
(We had to wait until I knew the rules,
I had to want until you said I understood)

And if I talked to a static wash phone
about when it is that God hates facts
about the 100 ways to be alone;
if I talked about how to know and be known
and when to say “no...”
you’d put up with my tone
because I would not talk about love.

It was in the heat that I love the man,
but I work down in Amsterdam.

Yeah, you'd see me again
because I would not talk about love.



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