She takes these words, one by one,
Like plastic building bricks
Starts constructing something new
til that new thing sticks
And in her mind, clear and strong
There to ponder hard and long
Which then you’ve got to justify
A broken toy to fix
CHORUS
I’m not making out you’re twisting
I just wanna say
The hot air of your insisting
Blew my words away
And so the words, one by one,
Lose their original ring
Start creating something else –
New words on a wing
And in her mind, clear as day,
Love’s more than just a feeling “Hey,
It’s got to have direction too!”
But remember where you point that thing, it’s got its own song to sing..,
CHORUS
I’m not making out you’re twisting
I just wanna say
The hot air of your insisting blew my words away, hey,
I’m not making out we’re twisting
I just wanna say
The hot air of our insisting blew our words away
There’s beauty felt in poetry by those too simple in the head to understand the words they read,
What are we saying? Why do we say it?
I don’t know baby, don’t make me explain it. . . . .
(crescendo)
CHORUSES OUT-
I’m not making out you’re(we’re) twisting
I just wanna say
The hot air of your(our) insisting
Blew my(our) words away…
Hey hey hey hey I’m not . . . .