BeJae Fleming: Music

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Cut Away

And the first thing I think is I get to touch you again
And you smile cause you know it too and them we both say, When
I will wind through strands that fall like silk across my wrist
And you won’t say, Cut it out, even though there’s more to it than this
There’s a story here between us about more than simple touch
About split ends and a sheer need for smooth where there’s been rough

(Chorus)
I cut your hair, but I don’t cut loose
Don’t cut away too much, careful not to cut through
What we choose not to say because we do not dare
When we’re close like this, when I cut your hair
Cut away, cut away, cut loose
Cut through the layers, cut to the truth
Cut away stands across my wrist
Cut to the point, we are more than this

There was that one night on the back roads, there was the cool nape of your neck
You said, If we don’t quit right now we’ll make the lives we planned a wreck
But, you did not stop me as I curled around you, mapped you with precision
My fingers found their on directions, my fingers made their own decisions
We were tangled in that moment, luminous and fine
Then we got snarled in the forbidden, clipped us to a short straight line

(Chorus)

I get to be that close, I get to move that slow
My skin will soon remember what my bones already know
This is all we have left to us so we try to make it last
Trimming down a broken future, snipping off a damaged past
Just because we haven’t found it doesn’t mean there’s not a way
Keep your chin up, look straight at me, we’re going to make this be okay

(Chorus)

BeJae Fleming/Christiana Langenberg © 1998