song of the week: the heights, how do you talk to an angel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5HIarf0CFM
honourable mention: dan seals, i'd really love to see you tonight
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCUyjLiUBYw
not in the bottom of drinking glasses
not in late night runs
not on msn and facebook
not in sleeping dreams
not in old buddies
nor in pretty friends
not in music i like
not in textbooks
not in pretty technology
not in food, hardly
not in sports
not in health and vanity
not in my reflection
not in the way i tilt my features
not in the quiet night
nor in the hazy stars
not in singing songs out loud
not in singing voices
not in jios
not in things to look forward to
not in all these fun things
not in windows
not in seasons
not in things i want
not in things i wish for, people i wish for
not in love across the world
not in missing things
not in the joy of couples
not in this or that clique
not in words
not in cool guitar sounds
not in the things i say
not in the things i do
not in the things i stand for
not in the things i aspire towards
not in my character
not in values, ideals, noble aims
not in anything that i set myself out to be
not in all these serious things
no, no, not in all these things
not one bit in any of these things
but perhaps
as i look at my hands
perceive them, wonder at them
realise as i gaze upon them
comprehend them
picture myself watching them
in the quiet hollow of my hands
in the cradle of my palms
in the cup of my open grasp
not in my hands, no
but in the idea that
everything else can change
maybe even these hands, i suppose
but what you need is what you can do
and what you can do is in what your hands are
and what your hands are is what you are
and what you are, like what your hands are
is in your hands
it's easier when life is rolling along
and take my word for it, life is rolling along
to go with the flow and get lost in its charms
to live and to celebrate life without any of this superfluous (existential angst)
but i just got caught, suddenly
looking at my hands
