Flyin High On That All-Star Airplane

why lover
why does the passion only occur during your love affair?
when you perform like an all star with all american tendencies
you say i'm your angel and you call me angie for short
but why is it that they aren't the same thing?

you say you love apple jacks
but aunt nora says its the aunt mary in you
and all aunt emma ever talks about are the aurora borealis
and the visual effects of speed racer that come to her when its there

i want you to go to aspen with me where we can have our vanilla ice cream
with biscuits and bubble gum
i want to shake you and shove your face in the mirror
but when i see those eyes all i can think is
how much id love to need something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue
and when even the blue mist that should have been a purple haze was stained pink with purple rain that poured through and dyed the contents of my heart
i realized that your love affair can only occur when we both engage in backbreakers that only leave us broken and shattered with memories we aren't sure really existed

but this is dedicated to the only ones who ever took me to the peak of perfection
the only ones who ever took me to aspen
the one that makes me smile when i think of vanilla ice cream

and when i take a dive backwards into your arms it always feels like a bad trip
why do we always meet like this
in ways where we are never really us
when i feel like bagging the blankets
why are you always the one i confess to
why is it that a heart ive never seen
i confide in
why is that this heart i possess that youve never touched you seem to hold in your hands
why when everything's blasted to hell do i turn to you

why is it that when there's a blizzard and the winds blow our roof
do we sit here with blue chairs underneath my first blue moon
listening to our hearts pound to the beat of the song of the blue birds
praying that one day the blue sky blond blue boy will one day return and make things right again
that one day the blue velvet that makes our purple haze a blue mist will return
so that our only encounters will happen in aspen where the powders fresh and the cuts in it are deep

occasionally i feel like only a boat will help us escape
untill the brick falls through and all we left are the memories of flying high on that all-star airplane that we arent sure existed

and when the blue mist clears and the sky is blue velvet
and the bumblebees hover and float around the butter flowers
and the kids in their spring time outfits are cute as buttons
and they all want candy
and little Cecil wants champagne and caviar
but me, i wanna taste that beautiful rainbow that the blue mist from the purple rain that stained my heart with the blood of your love created

but when you throw rocks at my window, because its the only thing that gets my attention
we go play with chalk and draw on the sky and thank daley for the chicago greenery
and we find a way to marvel at how we always meet like this
and then chase our shadows
and drown our troubles in chocolate, chocolate ecstasy

and im constantly telling you that i hope nothing you're about to see will shake your faith in me
i hope that aphrodite amasses the love that i desire in your heart
and that finger eleven tells me one thing
that something isnt quite right here
that the just the one, two of us, who's counting on to three, four, times ive met you here
like this
like that
like i am now
like a christmas tree thats a lil chunky

and i always ask you to pass me the clicker during our little clam bakes that rival those at the cape
and you leave me on cloud nine where the colas and cocktails and cocoa puffs flow free
that make me wanna mix my cocoa puffs with your milk

and when the dew turns to diamonds
and the dots that mark the city grow closer together
and nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone with doughnuts we've never tasted
we become adventurous
and we experience a sort of adam and eve in the garden of eden that resembles midnight in the garden of good and evil
where i stained my soul for you
and all i have left are the memories of flying high on that all-star airplane we still aren't sure ever really existed

you've introduced me to a whole new world that i cant give up
because here there is no one to tell us no or where to go or if we're only dreaming
you left me alone on this magic carpet ride that always ends with a meeting we never intended
but when i fall i fiend for a fix of you
to steady the fire in my fingers that makes them shake
you have me geeking like a georgia home boy at a tractor pull

i just wish that we could cut the glass with the diamonds we used to slice down the slopes at aspen's most heavenly peaks

but you left me

you left me

left me

me

flying high on that all-star airplane with all-american tendencies

alone

and we'd never meet like this ever again once my carpet lands and the plane begins descending and as we slowly come down i realize that those memories would exist once i stopped living them

living them with you way up here.