the perfect words/ the perfect rhyme
the perfect end to a perfect night
the way you looked/ when you looked at me
that heart stopping smile that you flashed at me

prechorus:
you spoke- i listened/ you hoped- i'm wishing

chorus
those summer nights under the southern skies
from the sandy beaches to the silent drives
the way we laughed, the way we cried
the way neither one of us could say goodbye
under those southern summer skies

lying here/ in your arms
your singing me your favorite song
the sun goes down/ i kiss your lips
i'm dying to tell you everything i feel

summer's gone/ time to head back home
back to friends/ gone from summer loves
i lie in bed/ and think of you
and how if i could i would jump to you

just nine more months/ i'll be on my way
going back to our special place

i was standing on the edge of nowhere
waves were crashin in the night
moonlight guides my path across the shoreline
you cross my path, walk into my life

the trouble with love is that its always a mystery
two hearts trying to find their way in the dark
ups and downs and stupid little love songs
walking hand in hand as we fall apart

what you said to me
changed everything i thought i'd be
what you said to me
changed everything i could ever be

run, we'll run
hold on to the moment, until it's said and done
run, we'll run
the sun might not set, and tomorrow might not come
so run, we'll run
and the clocks will wait for us

you were walking wearing that purple sundress
talking about life like you had it all figured out
i told myself that this time would be different
but i still fell headfirst, i took the dive

the dreams we have may or may not have anything to do with our reality. of course the dreams and few moments after waking beg to differ. in those moments, reality is arguable. falisfiable. like santa. Santa is fake, but real. there are millions of santas, yet not a single one.

would our lives truly be better if our dreams were true? i'd like to think not, because the best parts of life are the moments connected with emotion. touch, feelings, love. i wouldn't trade that for dreams. ever.

but in the moments we question reality, we find it in its truest form. we are vulnerable to the basics of reality- the things we take for granted in the business of our day to day life. the pains of being human, the limitations of mortality, even the way light shines in the room makes the possibility or idea of reality beautiful.

it is all beautiful. everything.