Soaked Soul April 20, 2008

this used to be a song, but the chorus turned out way too long, so I converted it into a poem – from the archives, enjoy!

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Sitting in my darkened temple

The couple up there on the silver screen

Is falling in love, head over heels

And I’m just a nameless worshipper with a crazy dream

That you could be here with me

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It’s pouring outside

But it’s my soul that’s getting soaked

There’s love all around

But that’s my heart that just broke

And I’m really, really wishing you were here

To tell me, tell me

I’m just having a bad dream

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Leaving my emptied temple

To walk unforgiving streets

Is never as easy as it seems

And sometimes it has me wondering

Whether this song is all I know to sing

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I want to be up there on the silver screen

I want to be out there

Want to be seen

But if I only had one wish

I would wish for you to hear me sing

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Because it’s pouring outside

But it’s my soul that’s getting soaked

There’s love all around

But that’s my heart that you just broke