Falling Free

All of my senses overthrown
by the might of your skin -
and the lamplight on your cheekbone
drawing me further in.
No sentence I can speak
for the wonder so unique,
breaking like a wave upon the shore.
 
Mercy me! I'm falling free
since you opened up the door.
 
See how the sky is made of sapphire,
the colours flowing through our hands -
The moon is fire in your hair,
a million miles beyond what science understands.
Smell that mountain heather -
I don't remember ever feeling like this before.
 
Mercy me! I'm falling free
since you opened up the door.
 
If every windowpane should shatter,
if every wall should fall apart,
Well it might hurt a bit, but would it matter
with this diamond in my heart?
 
No need to nail it to the ground -
no need to smother it with sense.
Just listen to the rhythm of your heart that pounds,
and trust it all to chance,
Cause we're standing face to face
with the angel of grace,
and don't it just taste so pure!
 
Mercy me! I'm falling free
since you opened up the door.
 
-David Gray

I miss my David Gray CDs.  I left them in Utah.
 
Never again will I make such a mistake!

I'm craving guacamole.  Or hummus.  Or perhaps something with seven layers... Sadly, all I have here with me is a Tupperware container, containing approximately 6 grapes.  Doesn't exactly do the trick when you want the fatty salty beany dip.

With crispy homemade tortilla chips...oh man.