Nice To Know You...

i see black clouds, i see white clouds...
i'm standing, smoking, observing...
i see people come and go, i see happy faces...girls in fancy dresses...
then i wonder, what if the black clouds suddenly rage and pour the rain heavily?

my imagination sets me to a happy face, but not in a fancy dress...
Ha Ha Ha...i laugh, silently...hoping to see it coming.
soon...real soon...then i wanna know what will happen when they hear the sound of thunder...

as i see the sky, the clouds emerge...transform into grey, the lightning sparks...it roars...the sound of thunder
but i'm not happy...why i can't be happy?
as i see deep down, my heart isn't purged...it's all grey, no lightning sparks...no roars...
then i realize, where's my sound of thunder?

and all of a sudden i see her passes by...
as i standing, smoking, focusing...i realize she took my thunder!!

and she sees me! she smiles at me and walks toward me!
i'm in agony, in pain...i'm confuse but my body's just still...

she opens her mouth, she talks...i hear her voice clearly...suppossed to be smooth, suppossed to be fragile, suppossed to be friendly...but it's not!! i hear it clearly...it's my thunder!!

she sits accross me, stares at me...
the world crumbles...my body tremble...
she opens the conversation, asking me a question...
i can't stand it! i can't hide it!

take a glass of water...zip it...
take a ciggarette...lit it...
cells in my brain move...spreading the electricity
blood in my vein flows...shivering the skin

i see the clouds blacken...i see the water pouring...
i know, this is what my imagination wants...to set me a happy face
so i stand...i smile...and i say "goodbye, nice to know you"



Nice To Know You-Incubus

Better than watching Gellar bending silver spoons
Better than witnessing newborn nebulaes in bloom
She who sees from up high smiles and surely sings
Perspective pries your once weighty eyes and it gives you wings
I haven't felt the way I feel today
In so long it's hard for me to specify
I'm beginning to notice how much this feels
Like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go
And higher than the heights of what we often think we know
Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees
To obtain a birds eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze
I haven't felt the way I feel today
In so long it's hard for me to specify
I'm beginning to notice how much this feels
Like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
So could it be that it has been there all along?