Kim Taylor - Maybe I Need You lyrics

The winter I told you I think icicles are magic, You stole an enormous icicle from a neighbors shingle And gave it to me as a gift. I kept it in my freezer for seven months, Until the day I hurt my foot, I needed something to reduce the swelling. Love, isn't always magic. Sometimes its just... melting. Or its black and blue, Where it hurts the most. Last night I saw your ghost Pedaling a bicycle with a basket Towards a moon as full as my heavy head, And I wanted nothing more, than to be sitting in that basket, Like ET, with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home. Two years ago I said, I never want to write our break up poem. You built me a time capsule full of big league chew And promised to never burst my bubble. I loved you, from our first date, at the batting cages When I missed twenty-three balls in a row And you looked at me Like I was a home run in the ninth inning of the world series. Now every time I hear the word love I think going, going, The first week you were gone, I kept seeing your hand wave goodbye Like a windshield wiper in a flooding car In the last real moment I believed the hurricane would let me out alive. Yesterday, I carved your name into the surface of an ice cube Then held it against my heart 'til it melted into my aching pores, Today, I cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door And asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar. I told them I left my sweet tooth in your belly bu*ton. Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my life to the magician, If I told her to cut me in half, So tonight I could come to you whole, And ask for you back, Would you listen? For this dark alley love song, For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak. But I know now it doesn't matter how well I say grace, If I am sitting at a table where I am offering no bread to eat. So this is my wheat field. You can have every acre, love. This is my garden song. This is my fist fight, With that bitter frost. Tonight I begged another stage light to become that back alley street lamp that we danced beneath, The night your warm mouth fell on my timid cheek, As I sang maybe I need you, Off key, But in tune. Maybe I need you the way that big moon needs that open sea, Maybe L didn't even know I was here, 'til I saw you holding me. Give me one room to come home to. Give me the palm of your hand, Every strand of my hair is a kite string, And I have been blue in the face with your sky, Crying a flood over Iowa, so you mother will wake to Venice. Lover, I smashed my gla** slipper to build a stained gla** window for every wall inside my chest. Now my heart is a pressed flower in a tattered bible. It is the one verse you can trust. So I'm putting all of my words in the collection plate. I am setting the table with bread and grace. My knees are bent, Like the corner of a page. I am saving your place. (Kim Taylor) Maybe I need you, Here in this world on fire. Everything moving, Everyone always tired. Everything changing, But nothing has changed, here. Maybe I need you...