You, Francine. Ooh Francine.
You see something even when you close your eyes.
I don't know what it is, only that it seems to mesmerize.
I try so hard to strain my eyes so I can see it, too.
I wanna wake up with that look on my face.
The one I see you wear and it makes me wonder:
Is it color? Is it light?
Do you see floating lilies, or glowworms in the night?
What appears to you?
If I could, I would slip behind your eyelids while you're dreaming.
Francine, won't you let me creep unto your mind? Let me hear your symphony that's streaming.
You, Francine, Ooh.
Even when I think of your name
You feel it and place it in a picture frame.
It's there on the walls of your imagination.
Is there a door in that wall so I can come for a visit?
Francine, even a window would suffice. Just a little view would be oh, very nice.
I wanna sleep out underneath your stars.
The ones I see that shine in your eyes when you wander.
Is it inquiry? Is it thought?
Do you feel a great connection, or solace from the swarm that you have fought?
This is a song that I wrote the lyrics to; my friend Jordan Gibby is writing the music.