somehow

somehow
when I talk to her
she likes to
let her hair down
like the curtain
of the night
and then I smile
and then she laughs
and in that moment
everything's alright.
somehow
when I talk to her
she seduces the living soul
out of me
yes, even when I talk
she does that
easily
she bites her lip
to dispute my concentration
and I lose the track of thoughts
after that manipulation.
somehow
when I talk to her
she dictates the notes
secretly creating
the memory
in this song
and I think she knows
all along, oh yes
I think she knows
that somehow
we're both guilty
of these unraveled
pleasures
and the mischievous
thoughts.










© Tom Del Braco