stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage DILU? Track 4 from "Maiden" by The You Essay Sitting across from you over the morning sausage and coffee. The way the light illuminates your cheek I have to ask myself, "Who is this girl who is my world? And would she stand up for me in the midst of moving traffic?" An intersection of interconnections causes inner-reflection; later over dinner I'm still inspecting the will and testament of my illest investment thus far: our romance. "Wanna go dance?" "Yeah, sure," you take me to your car. As we make our way to the bar raindrops hit the roof-top; panic attack flashes like I'm all alone in the world. Of all the girls in the world, I feel it's right that you're the one. And, yet and still, I feel I'm sure there's one better; I feel I've met her. I feel her sweater-cashmere-between my fingertips. I see her lips, smell her perfume; she's in the room. Constructed thoughts loom like patterns on the loom; emerging slowly. And you don't know me, of this I can be sure. For were it true, no man would you more quickly aver. And yet, my dear, I love you for letting me get this near and letting me in. Never let 'em say "It'ddabeen better to never begin." It's not true. I got you, you got me, we got true love of some version and stature. I had to ask her, "How do you know you love me?" She rolled her eyes. "You know I despise those philosophical questions you're always questin on." But I kept pressin on until she started undressin' down to less-than-thongs. Nice answer, but that doesn't mean the question's gone. I guess I'll address the rest in the next nest of love songs. stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage