Tell me where the wind is blowing cause that's where the music's going
You are my big dark blue and I want to swim all around you
You are the sweetest melody I never sung
I feel like I know you but you're just a ghost to me
And when I sit beside your shadow somehow it comforts me
You are the sweetest melody I never sung
You are the island of love my remedy to rescue me
You are a breeze of a song that carries me
You are the sweetest melody I never sung
La
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la
I've got a hole the size of your touch that fits in your arms as much
And when I try to fill it up the hole gets bigger every time
You are the sweetest melody I never sung
You are the sweetest melody I never sung
You are my island of love my remedy to rescue me
You are a breeze of a song that carries me
You are the sweetest melody I never sung
Canta canta mi luna mi luna llena
Esta melodia que es el abismo adentro de mi
El abismo adentro de mi
Mi luna mi luna luna llena
With heart heavy in hand and she, before his eyes in transparent bliss... Waterman puts pen to page:
"My love... who told you that you were unlovable? Who told you that you were not enough? Who lied to you long enough to make you believe there was something wrong with you? This life is full of disappointments... even disillusionments. All we can do is live it out to the best of our ability. Not everyone will see you as I do. Many will come and go, sayin and doin the right things to convince you to open your heart long enough to take what they want for themselves. You may come to feel the fool and blame yourself but I'm here to tell you yet again... it is NOT entirely your fault. NEVER blame yourself for "believing" for to ask our kind to stop believing is akin to asking us to stop breathing. Only death can come of it... of the soul and of the heart. That one should fail you by using your belief is a risk we all take to live out the fullness of our humanity and our kind demands it by design. No my love... you are in fact the "sweetest melody I've never sung" to completion. Mi "luna llena" that circumstance only ever allowed me to admire from afar... that thankfully has yet to stop gracing my nights sky. Find solace in this. It's not the quantity of the love and admiration you get that matters most. What matters most is the quality of the soul that does... and we, my love... are still alive...
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