Merry-go-round

She'll let you in her house
If you come knockin' late at night
She'll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
She'll let you deep inside
But there's a secret garden she hides

Cuba: you've got to be fair to her, she loves you and if you don't love her, you've got to tell her

She'll let you in her car
To go drivin' round
She'll let you into the parts of herself
That'll bring you down
She'll let you in her heart if you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden, don't think twice

You've gone a million miles
How far'd you get
To that place where you can't remember
And you can't forget
She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there

She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away


There are times where i'd feel so tired of the game of merry-go-round, I'd kick myself for getting on in the first place. I want someone who can stop whatever it is he is doing, however important it may be, lift his head up to the skies with me and watch the crescent and the stars with all their splendor, and just be. Halt. Standstill. Just for a minute. It really is that simple. Just you and me. No words necessary. You didnt. Perhaps you wanted me to do the exact same thing with you and the Eddie Murphy movie, perhaps we are alike, perhaps not. No more thinking, i need to rest for now.