tonight I have seen the chance for
a resurrection of myself
although it means overcoming barriers just beyond my reach
hair on the floor, knife refuge in the drawer,
maybe it's the new short-lived taste of alcohol warming my soul
and although I knew I'd soon relapse into misery for an hour or so
distant imbalance, too many people,
but even so I'm around here somewhere
and for a while I saw a goddess in a chair
she looked so perfect over there
though of course I still couldn't raise enough courage to speak up or comment
(and somehow it seems typically appropriate that the next time when I saw her
it seemed as though I was the only guy there that she didn't flirt with...)
Bob Marley is here, he spreads his love through the air,
further lifting up the atmosphere
I sit and stare
for there's love in the air -
it's distant, strange, a little bit drunken
but there's love in the air -
it's awkward, facetious, a little misguided
but there's love in the air -
a hint of cruelty, imbalance, friction
but there's love in the air -
I sit and stare (I'm around here somewhere)
but there's love in the air -
it's variable, silly, a bit disorientated
but there's love in the air -
and it's rapidly giving way to a cluster of other emotions