Slow Tune - Ashok

When you told me

I looked lovely and we walked into the park

Something started on

That day something happened to my heart

Something strange

It was a quiet rain that fell upon your face

And I knew then that I had won the losing race

The losing race

Hey nothing was strange

Nothing was simple or permanent nothing had changed

Up in the firmament

Love was determined to come down and make it's name

The prodigal choice love is the voice

That fans the flame

That burns away and shoot to fame

And in its place it shaped a face

Blinds your mind in some temporal stasis

All the while trying to figure out

Trying to figure whose the face is

You just want it to be mine

There's a rose on the table

It's been there for a while

It's the last thing you gave me

Simple as that divine is the word

Young is the mind sin of the logo

You never know when you just don't know

The power's so potent you're in love

With the word love and how it fits in to the moment

It's the last thing you gave me

You could be right

This could be love at the fist sight

But just because it exists it's not your birthright

If the problem persists it could be a cursed night

Let the smiles of the present dictate

The presence of heavenly pleasantries

And the let laughter live long along the cosy breeze

Hey I'd love to live in a moment

A wandering Ronin

Running around in a freeze frame of a moment stolen

A swollen memory

I'd love to tuck up and sleep in it

I wanna believe in it

That happiness is eternal man

It won't just recede and quit

It must supersede the shit

Can't crumble and bleed to bits

There's something of beauty in every one man's smile

I'm willing to plead my wits

Not wanting scene to change

I've planted my seeds of pain

Them and the greenery

Intravenously cleaning up in my veins

Not wanting the feeling to go

But as the wind blows

So much this world keep on turning