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Maybe I Need You(feat. Kim Taylor) - Andrea Gibson
Composed by：Andrea F Gibson
The winter I told you I think icicles are magic
You stole an enormous icicle from a neighbors shingle
And gave it to me as a gift
I kept it in my freezer for seven months
Until the day I hurt my foot
I needed something to reduce the swelling
Love isn't always magic
Sometimes it's just melting
Or it's black and blue
Where it hurts the most
Last night I saw your ghost
Pedaling a bicycle with a basket
Towards a moon as full as my heavy head
And I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket
Like E T with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest
And my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home
Two years ago I said I never want to write
Our break-up poem
You built me a time capsule full of big League Chew
And promised to never burst my bubble
I loved you from our first date at the batting cages
When I missed twenty-three balls in a row
And you looked at me
Like I was a home run in the
Ninth inning of the
World Series
Now every time I hear the word love
I think going going
The first week you were gone
I kept seeing your hand wave goodbye
Like a windshield wiper in a flooding car
In the last real moment
I believed the hurricane would let me out alive
Yesterday I carved your name into the surface
Of an ice cube
Then held it against my heart
'Til it melted into my aching pores
Today I cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door
And asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar
I told them I left my sweet tooth in your belly button
Love isn't always magic
But if I offered my life to the magician
If I told her to cut me in half
So tonight I could come to you whole
And ask for you back
Would you listen
For this dark alley love song
For the winter we heated our home
From the steam off our own bodies
I wrote too many poems in a language
I did not yet know how to speak
But I know now it doesn't matter how well
I say grace
If I am sitting at a table
Where I am offering no bread to eat
So this is my wheat field
You can have every acre love
This is my garden song
This is my fist fight
With that bitter frost
Tonight I begged another stage light
To become that back alley street lamp that we danced beneath
The night your warm mouth fell on my timid cheek
As I sang maybe I need you
Off key
But in tune
Maybe I need you the way that
Big moon needs that
Open sea
Maybe I didn't even know I was here
'Til I saw you holding me
Give me one room to come home to
Give me the palm of your hand
Every strand of my hair is a kite string
And I have been blue in the face with your sky
Crying a flood over Iowa so you mother will wake to Venice
Lover I smashed my glass slipper to
Build a stained glass window for every wall inside my chest
Now my heart is a pressed flower in a tattered bible
It is the one verse you can trust
So I'm putting all of my words in the collection plate
I am setting the table with bread and grace
My knees are bent
Like the corner of a page
I am saving your place
Maybe I need you
Here in this world on fire
Everything moving
Everyone always tired
Thinking of future
Everything far away
Everything changing
But nothing has changed here
Maybe I need you
