the world in a different way than most. Starting with Scott...
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Walker and whoever else but NOT ME.
THE FIFTH SENSE
Chapter 1 - "I've Never Seen You Shine So Bright"
I've never seen you looking
so lovely as you did tonight
I've never seen you shine
so bright
Mmm mmm
I've never seen so many
men ask you if you wanted to dance
Looking for a little
romance
given half a chance
I have never seen that
dress you're wearing
Or the highlights in
your hair that catch your eyes
I have been blind
Sometimes, I can remember what green looks like. The deep vibrant color of the grass, the way the leaves of each tree are a different shade. The way the sky could be so blue at times...
Sometimes, I just lie in the grass rubbing my hands in it, thinking somehow I can absorb the color through feeling it.
Her hair is like that. Like individual strands of life, each uniquely wild and beautiful. I let it fall through my fingers and soft light runs along it like the pulse of blood flowing through her veins that keeps her alive.
I've never seen the color of her eyes. I've been assured repeatedly
that they're green, but that's just one of those things you want to make
sure of yourself. How does the song go? "You don't know what
you've got till it's gone." I can't count the number of eyes I've
looked into, how many were blue and green and hazel, but I would give every
last one of them just to
see hers once.
It's not as if her eyes aren't beautiful just the way I see them. They are. I think that, in this monotonous landscape, there is a special shade reserved just for them. She looks at me and the world just sort of fades away as if it never really existed anyway. If it did, it couldn't have been that important. Not as meaningful as her lips; never as real as her... I never could forget those nights.
She is always beautiful, but when she gets all dressed up and we go out she just blows me away. We go to dinner and I can feel eyes watching us, watching her. That jealous fire builds, but her eyes smile only for me and with a flicker it dies. And we dance. I never knew she could be such a good dancer until the first time we went out. She wore that red dress that she could make look so good, and they played "Lady in Red." She just laughed, and she shined like a ruby- like a diamond on fire. How does the song go? "She could charm the stars, hypnotize the moon." I've been hypnotized; who would want to look away? You'd think red would be the one color that I couldn't tell the difference, but I can tell- there's just something brighter about it. Something... more. As if it can't be contained in words; can't be content just in existing. Or maybe that's her. She has that effect on the world.
Now, sometimes, I play it for her and I sing softly in her ear as we dance, the lady in red, oh my lady in red...
"I have been blind"... I was once. In more ways than one. Funny how things like that can have so many deeper meanings. But, like the other song goes, "now I see." See so much more in so many different ways. People think I see in red. Ha! I think Logan sees red sometimes. But not me. All I see- all I'll ever see- are shades of grey.
I never will forget
the way you look tonight
The lady in red
My lady in red
(I love you)