Beautiful Nonsense

So I'm standing on the Law, watching the wind play with your hair,
As the first flurries of snow come falling down, dancing in the floodlights' glare;
Here, sharing a glimpse of the fairy tale lights of the town as they glitter and glow,
My sweet dancer, won't you hold me close.

You know that I would gladly sit here all night and listen to your beautiful nonsense;
You can talk about anything, talk about anything you want and I'll just sit here watching the play of expressions across your face,
Watching the lines that form in the corners of your eyes as you tumble again into laughter;
The rise and fall of your voice, my sweet dancer.

And some things you ask for, and some come unbidden;
Some things you hope for, and some things you fear;
And some things you'd die for, lay down your life for;
Some things you burn for, and some things you need.

She talks such beautiful nonsense.

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