glimpse of you

Lyrics for glimpse of you

I still see a glimpse of you when I pass your door I still see a glimpse of you in my honest core I still see a glimpse of you peaking when I'm sore I still see a glimpse of you This time I adore I still see I still see I still see you everyday I still see I still see I still see you See (I still see) See (I still see) See (I still see) See (I still see) It's your birthday today I pray that you answer the door I just flew in to DCA The altitude cancelled the noise I knock on the front and then I pound With the rhythm of a bounce beat I knew that that would get your guard down I smile when I hear the knob squeak We make eye contact so swift and then you look far past me Your mannerisms oh so frantic Everytime I see 'em it is like the first time I get nauseating panic But I slow breathe and wipe my mist 'Cause even tho you let me in your place You'll kick me out when paranoia hits So I will cherish all the time you give me I got so many updates to share I broke up with my last girlfriend I did Flog Gnaw last year My asthma been debilitating lately But no more hospital visits Knock on wood I'm putting on some healthy weight Just like you did at my digits I got a excess of shit to tell you It's been forever, don't know where to start But will I go on long tangent, nah I'm keeping all my words brief and sparse I hope if I am calm inside your presence That you will then return to yourself And I will have glimpse of you to take home And put up on the center of my shelf I love you I still see you I still see you You are immortalized I still see you The bark of my roots I grow from you my friend I still see you I still see you You are immortalized I still see you The bark of my roots I grow from you my friend You are immortalized I grow from you my friend So there's another story in the Bible The story of a man who lived in a cave And he would cut himself And the people of the community tried to Contain him with chains And he broke through the chains They called him a demoniac He was tormented by voices, and Today we would call that schizophrenic And the next day The same man who had been living in caves Was sitting quietly, clothed, and in his right mind That story gives me hope Everytime I lose faith that he could be well I read that story