I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
*edit: This is why I love these lyrics so much: they're so simple and so beautiful. I love that he doesn't finish his sentences: "I am the luckiest"=...the luckiest...guy? "I know we belong"=...we belong...together? He's so taken by this girl that these thoughts are not altogether complete, and it's perfect that way. I'm also loving "I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you..." Something about that phrasing makes me want to melt. So gooooooood. Anyway, yay for Ben Folds. :)
6 comments:
don't you love the 3 column layout? I love it!
You know, I wish you were going to come to the ward closing social. I have a surprise for you.
Cuuute. OKAY I NEED TO KNOW HOW YOU DID THIS!!!
"I read this post"
:)
love ben folds. these are his lyrics, right?
bingo kylie. :)
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