Rare Thing Songtext
von Frances Quinlan

My love in the dream, you were already speaking
I was too shocked to make any one of my tired speeches
Listen, that′s a rare thing for me
Sunlight touches on the plants that I've been torturing
Yet when I come over I love that quick delay before
Your face lights in recognition

I know there is love that doesn′t have to do with
Taking something from somebody
Was so much for me not real?
I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers
Through the chaos I can see
All afternoon you inhale every bouquet you meet


Come to think of it
The dream was a nightmare with
Noo one who knew me just then
You were there
Two-foot tall little bear
You took my hand and introduced me to everybody
I watched as you were named on that mid-February morning

I know there is love that doesn't have to do with
Taking something from somebody
Was so much for me not real?
I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers
Through the chaos I can see
All afternoon you inhale every bouquet you meet
I have to stop myself and admit I am happy

There is love that doesn't have to do with
Taking something from somebody
Was so much for me not real?
I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers
Through the window you look out at me
I have to stop myself and admit you make me happy