Those hopeless romantics
So good with semantics.....
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** No Point **
No point in concealing
Emotions I’m feeling
My eyes are revealing, the truth
How can I express
With a touch of finesse
And a chance of success, how I feel?
I wish I were smart
But I’m no Lorenz Hart
Those masters of old
Fashioned words out of gold
That would capture a cold, lonely heart
No point in competing
With Wordsworth and Keats; in
Their soul there’s still beating a heart
Those hopeless romantics
So good with semantics
Remind me I won’t be a bard
I wish they were here
Creating atmosphere
For when our eyes meet
Then my heart skips a beat
And those couplets, so neat, disappear
Words can tease you
Words can lie
Words can lift you
To the sky
Cast aside the art
I’m stumbling in the dark
So can it be wrong
That the words of a song
Could be right, all along, from the start
Words and music by Terry Bracey
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