Finding Humor In The Same Joke Twice

night hits like cold-air wounds united by songs that we know all too well.

straight to the floor for all it's worth that i didn't call a friend, still

you go, and that's how i know you now. talk to myself. an endless waltz in

shorthand through countless thoughts. and how my worthless talk and

worthless give. a warm touch and falling eyes. a soft glow. a dance i can't

hide. so hear me when i call to you. lend your ear and you'll know. a sigh

of joy. a sign of hope. a song you'll sing back to me in all the years to

come. and i'll have never said a word or done so much to deserve you, let

alone be loved by you. lend your ear and you'll know.

( angel i wont regret on my way home

"oh, i know"

angel where have you been

i've waited oh so long

"oh, i know" )