THE GIRL WHO READS

Hope is something that I found one day looking around,
twice staring at her picture black and white
The world may appear but I have no fear of seeing all the colors in between
Like the brown of her eyes, the pink of her tongue,
the blue of her scarf or the green in this song
And here I am back to the hope that I was talking about
I’m crazy for the girl who reads, but she ain’t got no time for me
Hey baby you’re a fool to let me go
She said “I’d be a fool to let you in!” but she forgot her cigarette
Now white the page may appear but I have no fear of writing down the words I feel
Like “proud” for the way she walks,
“deadly” for the way she talks,
“Strange” for the way she acts,
“…” for the way she moves
Oh yeah that was an empty space
‘cause I forgot the words that I was thinking about
Second chances, unbreakable defenses and miles of words
But please can you switch off your mind and give just a little time,
I promise you’ll be fine