Chuck Berry Is Alive

music and lyrics by Marc Moree, Jason Howell 1997



Anything is possible, she said to me the other day
The clouds were blue, the sky was red and
all around, the words we said were
held in breath, she took my hands and jumped across the sky
My head hit the moon, the blood made me high
Underneath my feet, I see the world, it marches by and I feel high
I feel high, she points to feel the lights below to guide our sight, I rush the night, she takes my heart to watch it pulse,
it tickles her heart in her hand, it feels so right, the stars burn so bright

The only thing that makes us real is the wind rustling through our hair
Trees bend and twist, Chuck Berry is Alive, he is alive

She dances like a firefly in June,
never leaving too soon to miss the flags,
waving in the air, to flame desire, to end despair
Her dress surrounds her, in crimson skin
flowing through my brain, and the car turns right down Wilshire, down Wilshire
and all I see is light from dark apartments,
Candlewax drips and falls and pools,
I rush the night, open doors invite,
then masquerade our friends and undress their hearts to us, Jenga begins
and glasses clink to old times, to old dreams,
I feel you look on me, I jump into my dream.

The only thing that makes us real is the wind rustling through our hair
Trees bend and twist, Chuck Berry is Alive, he is alive

Wasted weekend with dishes to clean, and you underneath my nails, still smiling at me.
Wishing me well, ding dong, doorbell,
delivering dirty deeds, not dirt cheap, and definitely not free,
and she grabs my wrists and cuffs us together. We're in her car and she's not driving,
and the radio screams, and it's all worthwhile, so I change the dial.
but the music still sounds the same, and it's the only thing that makes us real,
makes us feel like a stained-glass window open tonight for confessions only
from people too lonely, to know what's here, for sale to us,
to sacrifice our lives, for the thought of never being there.

The only thing that makes us real is the wind rustling through our hair
Trees bend and twist, Chuck Berry is Alive, he is alive



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