Just to Fly For Sheer Joy

I'm a sucker for romance.  I absolutely love it.  A good love song can move me to tears.  That's why I compiled a playlist of love songs for this month.  After February, I will have a bunch of Irish songs on my playlist for St. Patrick's Day.  That's just how I roll.  It was harder for me than I thought it would be to put together this playlist of love songs.  I found a bunch of old ones from when I was a kid, and I asked my sisters and a few friends what their favorites are.  I managed to get the limit of 200 songs, but my favorite love song wasn't available on playlist.com.  I was disappointed, but I want to post the lyrics here, just to share my favorite love song with you.  Why is it my favorite?  The imagery it creates makes me swoon.  I could take it line by line, but that would take too long.
It's called "Dark Roman Wine" by Snow Patrol.  A band that has written a lot of wonderful love songs.  They are also from Ireland and Scotland, so they will also be on the next playlist.  And probably every playlist I ever make.  His voice just moves something in my soul.  Now, I will admit, every single word may not be correct, but I tried.  Most of the websites that have the lyrics on them aren't exactly correct. And it bugs me, so until I meet Gary Lightbody somewhere in a bar; and can ask what the lyrics are, this will just have to do:

I will hang on the hook of your splendor

As the night rolls us up in its arms,

And the square of your thumbs and your fingers

Is the blanket of sky that's so warm.

I know it's late, but I can't help but thinking

That the day hasn't shown all its cards.

Now it's out to the stars or the ocean.

Let's not retrace our steps to the car.

Picking out all the stars that we like 

Between finger and thumb.

You laugh as you pass me the night

As if it's too fragile to hold,

And I fold it so close to my chest 

With your hands in my hands.

You say this is just how we'll rest

Until land turns to sound.

Now your eyelids they faint and they shiver

Like the wings of the last bird to leave

For the south, for the heat, for no reason

At all - just to fly for sheer joy!

The wind shakes the branches above us

And the cars shake the ground at our backs.

But the dark Roman wine in our bloodstreams

Makes the cold, just a word, just a sound.

Picking out all the stars that we like 

Between finger and thumb

You laugh as you pass me the night

As if it's too fragile to hold,

And I fold it so close to my chest

With your hands in my hands.
You say this is just how we'll rest

Until the land turns to sound.

See?  Poetry.