Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
Patrick James
“Verbkissed” is the first song I wrote for Oriana and I wrote it right around when we formally started “dating”, using that name, which also coincided with the week of both of our birthdays. It’s a song about the excitement of new love and the rejection of apprehension due to bad old love. It gets a...
You and only you can really tell that these things are true, the words I say
Cause i won't go away, I want to make it clear that I want to be here
I think that love is rare but I also think it's there, for I see it in your eyes, a world of compromise is lost to your lovely eyes
I know everything's alright if I just see you tonight
Me and only me can nullify the discrepancy that is my brain
I chalk it up to pain cause it feels like something's wrong when I revel too long
I wish I were a fly, then I wouldn't have to think of why I want these things I do, I'd just know that I want you and hope that you want me too
I know everything's okay if I just see you today
Only you and I can rectify that the night tells lies
And notify the thing that lies inside my mind whose time I thought was running out
That there's something breathing, I hear a beating, all signs are leading to a resuscitation, gods of creation
I'll do whatever it takes cause it's the mystery that makes the heart grow fond
And I'm not put upon, and you are unperturbed by this darkness I've earned, which is light enough to bear, but it's tight enough to tear, for I've done both once before, and I'll do them ten times more if it's you i'm waiting for
So keep a neat and nimble touch, I would do for you this much
Only me and you can see right through the days untrue, and time is just some rules in lieu for people who prefer it to nothing at all
Cause there's something showing, but nothing's going, and there's just no knowing if there is a direction, gods of affection
But speaking of the time, I'd like to spend some with your hand in mine and mine in yours
It's breaking down the doors of what was once perceived (is now a subject believed)
And the external world feels infinitesimal, and all there is is grace, and the aura of your face is what I'll liken it to
Translate me into golden light
Be the contour of my life