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weather of words

tell me who was it who said
don't let your imagination run away with you
is this what you think they meant?
you see i carry on conversations perfectly well
when i'm by myself
in my head i talk to you with ease

and when they said don't let it run
maybe they meant that we should take it easier
or maybe they meant that we should leave it somewhere else
or perhaps we should encourage it to run away with somebody else

sure, i like to swap words with you
but it's often easier, or i prefer, talking with myself
we seem to make so many storms with our words
and at the moment it's stormy enough in my head

it's been another night ignoring the phone
here i am in my kitchen, here i am alone
sure i like to sing songs for you
but i'd often rather just sing for myself

putting words on paper sometimes makes me uncomfortable
and i'd often rather let them fall, let them fly
walking round the alley ways near my house
i'm reminded of past conversations, and they catch me as i'm passing by