Donnie Knapp

I Can't Help Falling In Love With You by Donnie Knapp

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The Scientist by Donnie Knapp

These memories are funny, frozen in honey, sleeping the whole winter long When the Spring takes a hold & starts kissing the cold, the honey starts glowing & thaws Then the breeze starts to carry the sound of canaries, & a sweet scent that's achingly strong. The honey once frozen is now liquid gold, & it floats up & coats the full moon. I am transported back to lying in the grass with you before we said "so long", so long ago. Oddly enough, the first smell of a skunk blows the dust off the memory trunk. If I can catch the latch before it closes, these old water-color paintings of us are exposed, & the lavender light drips off the roses for a while. I'm getting into bed, but I'm already dressed. The plans are all in place to get no rest. When it's finally quiet I start to stir, tip-toeing silently down the stairs. Quietly slide the glass door behind me, into the midnight wonder, open wide. There's a nervous little girl waiting in her room for a nervous little boy in the midnight blue Gliding through the night, guided by moonlight Sliding through the shadows as fast as I could from the Willow Grove to the Willow Wood Gliding through the night, guided by moonlight Exhilarating, anticipating your silhouette at the door Sweet parade of 4 feet tip-toeing up to the 2nd floor Sweet vibration of hidden whispers behind the bedroom door Sweet sensation, just lying beside you, on your bedroom floor. Heightening the danger, heightening the risk Heightening the senses tangled in a kiss Remembering the caution that we threw to the wind is only Heightening the pedestal where the memories live Tangled up with you, tangled childhood, tangled in the trees over Tanglewood. Heartbeat skipping, teenage lips meet Both of our eyelids slowly eclipsing Into the darkness, into the mist, into my memories, into the bliss These are the moments that I still wish I could recapture & I could relive Inside the pauses, of a song that goes like this.. Two kids under the moon, under a spell until too soon.. & we can here the first sounds of birds in the dark Two kids in Michigan, smiling at dawn Till their next secret meeting, they're smiling & yawning Glowing exhausted, floating across this little town Two kids in Michigan, covered in summer Daydreaming the kiss again, smothered in each other & glowing exhausted, floating a foot off the ground I'm just waiting for the sun to go down Cause it's revived by the summer moonrise I travel back to the lavender light It's kinda funny what the honey holds tight We're both waiting for the sun to go down It comes alive with the summer moonrise I travel back into the lavender light Isn't it funny what the honey holds inside? I remember you under the summer moonlight I remember you glowing in the lavender light In my memory bank there's a secret deposit, Buried in your backyard & hidden in your closet. Priceless nostalgia is the key to withdraw it on the nights in the summer, when the honey is thawed, & it's perfectly still.. I love you for this, & I always will.

I don't want you to go so soon I don't want you to leave Cause I've got a feeling there's a whole lot more to you by the way you hide your hands inside your sleeves But you leave me behind, too soon, too many times Don't leave yet, there's a little bit left of me I'd give you the rest if I could find the recipe Take a roll in the leaves Take a roll in the hay Take a picture of us Then take it away & say "thanks for your patience", I say "The future's only made up of today." Soon. So soon. And I've got the feeling My confidence is tangled in your hands, Your future plans Gonna get lost in the shuffle Mesmerized by the moon I'm gonna slip through the cracks In the clouds pretty soon I can't stand the commotion But I can't stand still You drew a line in the sand But it's on the edge of a cliff And I've got the feeling My confidence is tangled in your hands, Your future plans Soon (I think I'm gonna drowned pretty soon) Soon (Time is runnin' out) Soon (I'm gonna hit the ground pretty soon) Soon (It's a long way down) Hey! I don't want you to go so soon I don't want you to leave so soon So soon

Jealous Of The Moon by Donnie Knapp