If I Meant It

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry, you don't know how lovely you are. I had to find you, tell you I need you, tell you I've set you apart.

I can remember how it sounded, the way I heard it, when it wasn't sung. When there were no insturments but two -- the flowing of words and that beating heart. i remember when lyrics were sentences -- applicable not to just a musician, but to all. These words -- all these words -- they were said, they were felt, they were lived.

Would it mean much if I cried?

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