Can Fell Love Anymore - Bike for Three!

There’s a baby girl on the way, blow your horn

Know your warning, and last night becomes tomorrow morning

She’ll know everything there is to know at first

And that’s why she’ll cry sometimes and show it hurts

The pain is far away and then finally it’ll worsen

Then big, round tummy becomes tiny, little person

Straight lines and sharp edges, adequate, suitable

What’ll go through her mind when she sees something beautiful

What will her favorite music be, displays of words

Marveling in front of the mirror and ways of birds

Everyday miracles of men and god the savior

Satellites in space, patterns and odd behavior

Thoughts that wander aimlessly and unstoppable growth

Will she think the falling rain is sad, beautiful, or both

She’ll sleep through the storm and run in the breeze

With the unexplained everything and sun in the trees

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One day she’ll find her own way to Wonderland

She’ll probably see things that we’ll never understand

I can’t remember the day I became my own someone

And where did my concept of beauty come from

What happened to me that I’m so afraid to drown

Afraid of the dark, afraid of letting people down

To take care of myself, my parents taught me how

But they probably never imagined me alone like I am now

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Lawless love, long lines of string

Garbage on the ground and first signs of spring

A million things to look at, long days, forget the weather

The strength of a heart and the way things fit together

Words in the dictionary, including «grief» and «tragic»

Scientific method combined with a belief in magic

Wood versus steel, shoulder blade and collarbone

Fears that we all have and ones that are all her own

The truth that hurts and facts have laws

Kids can be cruel and cats have claws

The sounds of all kinds of collisions and ticking clocks

Learning how to tie her own shoes and picking locks

Flashing lights, the tapes that didn’t rewind back

Feet in shoes and eyes hidden behind black

Detached shadows, her weakness and divinity

First moment, might need light speed, infinity