My Pink Shoelace

No sir, well I don’t wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It’s your turn, so take a seat we’re settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?

I can’t decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong

That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you’re not here.
‘Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I’m sure you’ve heard.

That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating (beating)
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Pain make your way to me, to me.
And I’ll always be just so inviting.
If I ever start to think straight,
This heart will start a riot in me,
Let’s start, start, hey!

Why do we like to hurt so much?
Oh why do we like to hurt so much?

That’s what you get when you let your heart win!
Whoa.

That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

Now I can’t trust myself with anything but this,
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

One of the places I would love to go to would be somewhere, heck anywhere in the Caribbean. Was doing my usual round of “travel’ online, came across St. Barts villa rentals, its a Caribbean resort and playground of the highest order. These villa rentals range from magnificent designer villas with a full range of amenities, to little beachside villas with the ocean at your doorstep.
Looking at pictures made my mouth water with the desire to have this as the next stop of my restless feet.

she’s blood, flesh and bone
no tucks or silicone
she’s touch smell sight taste and sound
but somehow i can’t believe that anything should happen
i know where i belong and nothing’s gonna happen

cause she’s so high
high above me
she’s so lovely
she’s so high
high above me
like cleopatra, joan of arc, or aphrodite
she’s so high
high above me

first class and fancy free
she’s high society
she’s got the best of everything
what could a guy like me ever really offer
she’s perfect as she can be
why should i even bother

cause she’s so high
high above me
she’s so lovely
she’s so high
like cleopatra, joan of arc or aphrodite
she’s so high
high above me

she comes to speak to me
i freeze immediately
cause what she says sounds so unreal
but somehow i can’t believe that anything should happen
i know where i belong and nothing’s gonna happen

‘cos she’s so high
high above me
she’s so lovely
she’s so high
like cleopatra, joan of arc or aphrodite
‘cos she’s so high
high above me

~~~ The original was from Tal Bachman, but I like Kurt’s version better~~~