5. Her Love Won't Speak With No Fiction
Every word she says finds its rhythm in the beating of her chest / And she says, “I don’t love you / I don’t love you / I don’t love you / Half as much as I want to.”
She wears the sweetest flowers in her hair / And you stare cause you swear that love could grow there / She’s gonna glide / She’s gonna glide / She’s gonna glide her way into your black and white mind / She’ll find a place to stay until the colors grow inside / Until the colors grow inside
And the song she sings becomes all that you can think
And she sings, “I don’t love you / I don’t love you / I don’t love you / Half as much / Half as much / Half as much as my heart wants to.”
She walks but her feet don’t meet with no friction / And she talks but her love won’t speak with no fiction |