Don't come dancing up to me on some summer breeze
which can dissipate and change direction
Nor glimmer up above me - some full moon cheese
in waning, waxing, rote reflection
Don't pour your love out on me in raging streams
for I am sure to be dashed on the boulders
Nor flutter to me lightly on butterfly wings
which must all too soon slip from shoulders
Just turn to me baby - don't stay in your tracks
Turn toward me twenty-four-three-sixty-five
Turn to me baby like the earth on her axis
The more you turn the more I feel alive
Copyrite © 2010 Jerry Buckley / Voice of One
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