Friday, July 24, 2009

Clarity

What if I called, if I called to say I'm sorry,
would you listen to me.
What if I laid, if I laid in the middle of the interstate,
would you listen to me then.

Just tell me what I gotta, tell me what I gotta do,
tell me what I gotta, tell me what I gotta do,
to make it clear to you.

What if I stood, if I stood under your window for three weeks,
screaming I love you.
What if I tied, if I tied myself to your big oak tree,
so you could throw things at me.
What if I wore, if i wore your favorite red plaid shirt,
every day for you.
What if I climbed, if I climbed to the tip of your chimney,
so I could throw the stars down on you.

Just tell me what I gotta, tell me what I gotta do,
tell me what I gotta, tell me what I gotta do,
to make it clear to you.

Maybe you broke my heart,
but maybe I played a part,
in tearing us down.
And maybe I lost my way,
maybe you lost your faith,
but I'll do anything.

Just tell me what I gotta, tell me what I gotta do,
tell me what I gotta, tell me what I gotta do,
to make it clear I'll take care of you.
To make it clear, I'm here for you.
To make it clear, that I love you.

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