China Crisis - Hefner

It’s not the spiritual

It’s not the intellectual

It’s not the merely pitiful

That makes me feel this way

It’s not the walk that I take

Through the park to her place

It’s the breath she takes

In between the words

Her mouth makes

Oh, curse my mind

For not ceasing my mouth

When the moment was perfect

She said, «Shut up, wake up

I can smell the coffee

Why can’t you when it’s so near?»

She said, «Hold it, embrace it

These feelings are so real

But you just choose to ignore them»

More like a sister to me

When she was 23

She drew a picture of me

The likeness was uncanny

We bless the notes in margins

In the books from the libraries

They tell us what to feel

How to love and when to heal

Oh, curse my mind

For not ceasing my mouth

When the moment was perfect

She said, «Shut up, wake up

I can smell the coffee

Why can’t you when it’s so near?»

She said, «Hold it, embrace it

These feelings are so real

But you just choose to ignore them»

She said, 'Screw it, just leave it

The moment was perfect

But it won’t be for much longer"