The first
night we spent together I awoke in a cold sweat, and in a moment Edyta was
sitting up with me. She placed her hand on my chest as I slowly realized
everything was ok and I took a few deep breaths to try to relax. After a few
moments we lay down again and she kissed me on the cheek and assured me as we
both fell back into a deep sleep. I had not remembered that night in a long
time.
The next morning I cooked a good
breakfast for us before walking her home through the park and across the bridge
the western Engineering students had designed. It was very well built and as
you walk across you can feel it bounce in rhythm with your steps. The river
was low as it was summertime and the water rolled over the rocks hypnotically
as we stopped to watch and listen.
When we continued to the other side
Edyta turned to me and told me she was sad. She would not explain why.
We stopped anyway and set up her
camera on the roof of an old car parked at the side. It was to be the first
photograph ever taken of us together. With her sunglasses on she leaned back
against me and with a soft smile she posed.
All I can hear is:
All I can hear is:
You can't resist her.
She's in your bones.
She is your marrow
. . .
You can't avoid her.
She's in the air. . .
In between molecules of
Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide.
She's in your bones.
She is your marrow
. . .
You can't avoid her.
She's in the air. . .
In between molecules of
Oxygen and Carbon Dioxide.
Only in dreams
We see what it means.
Reach out our hands.
Hold onto hers.
But when we wake
It's all been erased.
And so it seems
Only in dreams.
We see what it means.
Reach out our hands.
Hold onto hers.
But when we wake
It's all been erased.
And so it seems
Only in dreams.
You walk up to her.
Ask her to dance.
She says, "Hey, baby, I just might take the chance."
You say, "It's a good thing
She says, "Hey, baby, I just might take the chance."
You say, "It's a good thing
That you float in the air. . .
That way there's no way I will crush your pretty toenails into a thousand pieces."
That way there's no way I will crush your pretty toenails into a thousand pieces."
Only in dreams
We see what it means.
Reach out our hands.
Hold onto hers.
But when we wake
It's all been erased.
And so it seems
Only in dreams.
We see what it means.
Reach out our hands.
Hold onto hers.
But when we wake
It's all been erased.
And so it seems
Only in dreams.
Only in dreams.
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