Love is not the only thing
It's the best thing
Love is never everything
But it's the best thing
Too tired to read another twenty pages
Too bored to see the anchorman's face
Too young to bear the burdens of the ages
Too old to keep an innocent pace
You see me like a prism sees a candle
I'm scattered into differing hues
Reality is happening at random
You're warming up the yellows and blues
Love is not the only thing
It's the best thing
Love is never everything
But it's the best thing
Let's go up on the roof beneath the neon
Pretend we're foreigners and drink the city in
Somewhere between the stairwell and the starlight
I find myself holding your hand
Half-cousins to the angels and the demons
Half-brother to the fatherless sons
I lay awake and wonder at the reasons
One kiss and I am lost in your charms
Love is not the only thing
It's the best thing
Love is never everything
But it's the best thing
*the insert to High Noon gives this as "brain frame", insert to Second Hand as "brain-freight."
From Second Hand
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