The music that hums through my
speakers these days
lets me make believe
that you’re not just a voice
in my colorful imagination.
In my mind you’re here with me,
glowing in the dark of the emptiness
I’ve imagined you into,
singing ballads into the
gray summer sky.
Other nights I catch myself
falling into a world I’m not
yet part of, as if we already
knew each other, more than
just a neon love dream to wake up to.
But I was once told to seek the future
by spending time in the present,
so I let tonight be,
sinking into
these recordings,
the sound of your guitar
strumming beneath the melody of
a voice, yours.
speakers these days
lets me make believe
that you’re not just a voice
in my colorful imagination.
In my mind you’re here with me,
glowing in the dark of the emptiness
I’ve imagined you into,
singing ballads into the
gray summer sky.
Other nights I catch myself
falling into a world I’m not
yet part of, as if we already
knew each other, more than
just a neon love dream to wake up to.
But I was once told to seek the future
by spending time in the present,
so I let tonight be,
sinking into
these recordings,
the sound of your guitar
strumming beneath the melody of
a voice, yours.
