Archive for the ‘Incubus’ Category

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Wish You Were Here

February 23, 2005

I dig my toes into the sand

The ocean looks like

A thousand diamonds

Strewn across a blue blanket

I lean against the wind

Pretend that I am weightless

And in this moment

I am happy, happy

I, wish you were here

I, wish you were here

I, wish you were here

I, wish you were

Here

I lay my head onto the sand

The sky resembles

A backlit canopy

With holes punched in it

I'm counting UFOs

I signal them with

My lighter
And in this moment

I am happy, happy

I, wish you were here

I, wish you were here

I, wish you were

Here

Wish you were here

I, oh

The world's a rollercoaster

And I am not strapped in

Maybe I should hold with care

While my hands are

Busy in the air

Saying

I, wish you were here

I, wish you were

I, wish you were here

I, wish you were here

I, wish you were

Here

Wish you were here

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Drive

February 23, 2005

Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.

And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear

take the wheel and steer.

It's driven me before,

and it seems to have a vague,

haunting mass appeal.

But lately I'm beginning to find I

should be the one behind the wheel.

Chorus

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there

with open arms and open eyes. yeah.

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there,

I'll be there.

So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive

will I choose water over wine

and hold my own and drive? oh oh oooh.

It's driven me before

and it seems to be the way

that everyone else gets around.

But lately I'm beginning to find that

when I drive myself my light is found.

Chorus

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there

with open arms and open eyes. Yeah.

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there,

I'll be there…

Would you choose water over wine….

hold the wheel and drive?

Chorus

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there

with open arms and open eyes.

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there

I'll be there

Dududuuu Dududu Dududududu

Tomorrow Dududududuu

Dududuuu Dududu Dududududu

Tomorrow…

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I Miss You

February 23, 2005

To see you when I wake up

Is a gift I didn't think could be real.

To know that you feel the same as I do

Is a three-fold, utopian dream.

You do something to me that I can't explain.

So would I be out of line if i said

I miss you.

I see your picture,

I smell your skin on the empty pillow, next to mine.

You have only been gone ten days

But already I'm wasting away.

I know I'll see you again

Whether far or soon.

But I need you to know that I care

And, I miss You.