John T. Wurzer - Taking My Time Lyrics

Taking my time, moving quite slow, going somewhere, where there's no place to go
Thinking my thoughts, free of design, spinning a yarn, knitting a rhyme
Creeping along, barely a pace, gasping for dreams, or maybe a taste
A taste of desire, a spark in the breeze, paying my dues, collecting my fees
Living on scraps, left at the door, after the dance, asking for more
Watching the sky, harboring stars, caressing the moon, the distance is far
The journey is long, the road is untamed, the lovers gone wrong, can't even be named
They left me alone, at the scene of the crime, stopped like a watch after taking my time

Running its course, this ice in my veins, equaled in force by the fire in my brain
Starts like a match, hot white and wild, moves like a cat, runs away from a child
Darts here and there, over and back, without a care, nothing to lack
Feelings are numb, frozen and bright, melting just some, as the day turns to night
Weeks turn to months, ice turns to wine, douses the fire in my terrified mind
Ain't no more flames, glaciers are gone, nothing but rain, and words to this song
Oceans are black, sunrise is bright, sunset on pause, lasts the whole night
The meadow at dusk, a maiden, a horse, galloping past, just running its course

I'm on a roll, everything clicks, satisfied soul, perfectly mixed
Mixed up and fresh, clean and unbound, no one to catch, my feet on the ground
Grounded in principled verses of thought, exploring the hidden fold, what isn't is not
Not what it seems, not what it was, naked and clean, a tingle a buzz
Raises the hairs, attached to my arms, cities and towns are living on farms
Farms full of crops, farms full of ants, before this all stops, let's give love a chance
Chances are good, I'll meet you at eight, we'll order a meal, it'll come on a plate
I'll pour us some wine, you'll swallow it whole, you eat the salad baby, I'm on a roll

Now I'm all tapped out, like a dried up beer keg, defective foot at the end of my leg
Wise and aloof, in a dark corner, or up on a roof like a lingering mourner
Mourning the loss of mornings and days, unchained from the ball, with both eyes ablaze
Blazing a trail, through a jungle of lies, with my hand on your breast and your nails in my thighs
In the heat of the dance, with both of our hearts, taking a chance, in the moment love starts
Starting to share, breaking down walls, finding what's there, when destiny calls
Calling it fate, spending hours on the phone, can't help but hate, that I feel so alone
When I finally wake up I haven't a doubt that I ain't got no secrets because I'm all tapped out