There’s no coincidence / miracles surround
When the sun begins / pass it around
** Open time for me we’re ending the fire denied
I’ll pay your chances / one is your life
Night dance in street talk / make me your wife
** Open time for me we’re ending the fire denied
Slip on a defense / between wrong and right
Make me a morning / take off the night
** Open time for me we’re ending the fire denied
Memory has this being written on an old acoustic guitar in the Dundee neighborhood of Omaha in 1989(ish). Trying to write a love song with detachment and cool is fucking hard.
This version was recorded with some grunge dudes in Seattle in the mid/late 90’s..