LIKE THE ORANGE PEEL

SPARKLING BEFORE A DANCING FLAME,

OR THE FORTUNE WHEEL

SPINNING TO END THE SOMBER GAME,

LIKE THE DROP OF INK

LINING THE SHAPE NO ONE COULD TRACE,

OR THE ORCHID PINK

KISSING THE CHEEKS OF A YOUNG FACE,

 

 

I AM DRAWN TO YOU,

I AM DRAWN TO YOU.

 

 

LIKE THE APPLE RED

PAINTING OVER THE POISONED FRUIT,

THE SOLDIERS OF LEAD

MARCHING TO THE CALL OF A FLUTE,

LIKE THE PRUSSIAN BLUE

RATTLING A SABRE AT THE GODS

OR THE PURPLE QUEUE

TRAILING BEHIND THE MAGIC ROD,

​

​

I AM DRAWN TO YOU,

I AM DRAWN TO YOU.

 

 

I RUN THROUGH

THE COLLAGE OF MY DAYS,

ALL THE COLORS OF MY LIFE.

WHERE ONE THING IS MISSING.

I SPEED THROUGH

THE MONTAGE IN A DAZE,

ALL THE TIMES, ALL AT ONCE.

WHERE I AM STILL MISSING

A TOUCH OF YOU

IN ALL COLORS.

 

 

LIKE THE MATCHA LEAF

THIRSTING FOR THE POT OF WATER,

OR THE PATCH OF GRIEF

BRANDED AS A BADGE OF HONOR,

LIKE THE PURPLE LINE

TAKING OVER THE BAND OF SAND

OR A SAFFRON WINE

OFFERED TO REACH A STRANDED FRIEND,

 

 

I AM DRAWN TO YOU,

I AM DRAWN TO YOU.

I AM DRAWN TO YOU