Chris Millz
Chris Millz
Chris Millz
Chris Millz
Chris Millz
Chris Millz
Chris Millz
Chris Millz
Chris Millz
Chris Millz
It took forty days and forty nights
To get myself feeling right
The desert in my head was dry as a bone
I followed breadcrumb trails and Christmas lights
Street signs and satellites
Even shouted your name through a cheap megaphone
'Cause you burn like something that burns
And you sing like something that sings
There are no words to describe such a beautiful thing
I crawled my way through empty streets
Over parking lots and movie seats
Picking up clues in the threads of my coat
I found a letter from my future self
And true to form, it was little help
'Cause these useless lines were all that I wrote
You shine like something that shines
And you ring like something that rings
There are no words to describe such a beautiful thing
Finally I caught a break
A treasure map in a birthday cake
Two crossing lines revealed you to me
And standing by your bedroom door
I knocked three times and then once more
'Cause I knew that luck was but one thing I'd need
'Cause you burn like something that burns
And you sing like something that sings
There are no words to describe such a beautiful thing