History

                            History


              You turned that witchy smile on me
            unbuttoning my coat
          I haven't seen your face in years
              but I still got your tear stained note

                I played your battered old guitar
            you tried to read my face
          and everytime I think of you
                it's always in that place

                Dylan played in the background
            there were candles everywhere
          while Roxie danced in the kitchen
                my fingers were in your hair

                the candles sent soft shadows
            like pictures on your wall
          a well worn rug beneath our feet
                stretched halfway down the hall

                you took me there, I brought you back
            we made love til the dawn
          the sweetest lips I ever kissed
                were once here, now they're gone

                so here I sit so patiently
            my eyes too blind to see
          if loving you was what it took
                to learn how to love me


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