"If love could be a verb, then maybe I'm just a little misinformed" ........... Switchfoot


I say it one more time

I've painted my windows

I've cleaned my closet

And then I've relaxed on my bed for another love poem

Though I've thrown away my ashtray

I still keep on listening to those songs

They keep coming back at me with equal fantasy

The pain starts rolling

An infatuation for deathly calm

But I still lay down my subtle side

For the world to listen

And leave me out in the mosh pit to succumb

Yet I still do love like the way I've known

No flowers but some words

And silence to watch you close

I'm still woven inside those lines you wrote me long time back

I don't care what love needs

I needed only your voice beside my bed

Waking me up from my hibernation

And reach out to touch your hand

My dreams began

With a flight of the words

And a few shadows looking like you

Is it the way you keep me occupied

In distant conversations

And sudeen urgency to embrace

Sometimes I forget there's a crowd to watch

Secret kisses at the back of my door

Hidden desire

Let's start a fire for the stars

Let's get drenched in the night tonight

Let's make a love poem

Like the way I've known to become

Let's make a love song for the universe

Beauty and longing all evoked together

Like the maiden heart of mine

Is it still creeping

Back from where it belonged

With a little warning sign 

Saying you gotta keep a heart inside

Well, how I live again

In a constant departure from what I've seen in this world

I fill up the pages

With no thought process to capture

Yet I'm so exhausted I can feel me cry

Behind some inaudible notes

My words they seem to burst out in flame

Moving in different directions

In slow motion but so confident

Technically, I'm non judgemental

But some morning I crave for the night

Let's make a love song for I know nothing else now

Let's make a love song for I don't know what the world became

Let's hold up the light

Let's burn

Let's burn in the night

Travel the world with our words in mind

Exploding candles in the figment sky

The moths rolling

Spreading echoes of our song

And the world learns to love again

That maybe the right way to believe in love at first sight