Come

“When it’s last call and everyone’s leaving, it’s nice to stumble home with the one you love. It might not make you less lost, but it can make the experience more adventure than chore.”

-From the liner notes of Flyover Land


Somewhere out there, it all began.
Someday it must all end.
Let us settle in the middle tonight.
This is all I intend.
Just come, come, come
Into my heart.

Come, come into my arms.
Come.
Since we’re both out here,
Waitin’ on it.
Since we neither one know
Where it’s takin’ us.

I noticed you over there noticing me.
I wondered what you might have seen.
I’ve looked on reflections
And seen next to nothing,
Now I feel just as naked as I’ve ever been.

And it’s come, come, come,
Into my heart.
Come, come, into my arms.
Come.
Since we’re both here at closin’ time.
Since we both know
It’s last call to lockin’ up.

The three a.m. darkness
Is magic to me,
‘Cause words travel differently there.
They sparkle like diamonds
Right fresh from the carbon,
And hang like what’s left
Of our love in the air.

And it’s come, come, come,
Into my heart.
Come, come, into my arms.
Come.
Since the moon has been
Witnessing all of this.
We can’t act like it never did happen.
Just come, come, come…

 

 “Come” appears on Flyover Land.


© and ℗ 1994, 1995 Marques Bovre