MARIAN Put inside the picture frame some tables and a coffeepot, A uniform, a girl of twenty-three. Sitting at a table, put a man of thirty-seven, As exotic as that girl would ever see. Have her standing over him and laughing As he’s asking her a question no one thought to ask before. Color him with mystery and color her with danger And expose them just enough to wish for more. And there was something there between us. Something I could never name: Something stronger, something stranger, More than quicksand, more than flame: Another life. Further down the gallery, a picture of a couple On a honeymoon in Marrakesh somewhere. See him with his camera at his eye, And see her grasping at his hand, Afraid he doesn’t know she’s there. And there was something deep inside him, Something I could never reach. Like he saw it getting closer, In a window, on a beach: Another life. Another life... But I believed I’d grow to be The thing he needed most to see, And if our nights just stayed this hot, I’d break him down, He’d open up... Well, obviously not. Back there in a shadow, find a picture of a woman Wearing four years of confusion like a scar. Walking through the door and leaving nothing but a note That says “I’m sorry, Robert,” taped to her guitar. And there is so much I still wonder, Did he need me? Did he know? “Love is open, love is easy”: That was someone long ago. Another life. Another life.
Thank you so much for this!! I’ve been waiting for an accompaniment for this song!
Enjoy!
This is beautiful!! thanks!!
MARIAN
Put inside the picture frame some tables and a coffeepot,
A uniform, a girl of twenty-three.
Sitting at a table, put a man of thirty-seven,
As exotic as that girl would ever see.
Have her standing over him and laughing
As he’s asking her a question no one thought to ask before.
Color him with mystery and color her with danger
And expose them just enough to wish for more.
And there was something there between us.
Something I could never name:
Something stronger, something stranger,
More than quicksand, more than flame:
Another life.
Further down the gallery, a picture of a couple
On a honeymoon in Marrakesh somewhere.
See him with his camera at his eye,
And see her grasping at his hand,
Afraid he doesn’t know she’s there.
And there was something deep inside him,
Something I could never reach.
Like he saw it getting closer,
In a window, on a beach:
Another life.
Another life...
But I believed I’d grow to be
The thing he needed most to see,
And if our nights just stayed this hot,
I’d break him down,
He’d open up...
Well, obviously not.
Back there in a shadow, find a picture of a woman
Wearing four years of confusion like a scar.
Walking through the door and leaving nothing but a note
That says “I’m sorry, Robert,” taped to her guitar.
And there is so much I still wonder,
Did he need me? Did he know?
“Love is open, love is easy”:
That was someone long ago.
Another life.
Another life.
agreed with the comment below! thank you, thank you!!!!! :)
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