012511 -- Song Lyrics

I wrote these song lyrics last night -- at work, none the less! -- and they've got me thinking a lot about stuff this morning.  So, I figured I'd put them up here.  I haven't come up with a title for it yet, but like the rest of the songs on Almond Dust (my album this year), it is written specifically for somebody.  (And no, I'm not copying off of Taylor Swift.)

Starlight passed from hand to hand
In ways I could not understand
There's gotta be some magic plan
A magical connection
Life and death and hate and love
All sent from the stars above
Were you a demon or a dove?
It's there in your reflection

We met and traded names
You were my water, I your flame
It was a game gone so astray
So messed up and raw
But I fought and kicked and cried
Wanting for you to see me try
But while I saw the light
It's not what others saw

Starlight passed from hand to hand
In ways I could not understand
There's gotta be some magic plan
A magical connection
Life and death and hate and love
All sent from the stars above
Were you a demon or a dove?
It's there in your reflection

He threw you away
You were his rag doll in his play
But you came back to me to stay
One Tuesday August night
Another one then came
He stepped forward to save your name
Though it was not the same
I knew that it was right

And so, starlight passed from hand to hand
In ways I still don't understand
There's gotta be some magic plan
A magical connection
Life and death and hate and love
All sent from the stars above
Are you a demon or a dove?
It's there in your reflection

For starlight couldn't save you
Your destiny was untrue
You fought against the grain when God called me home
I was saved, but not by you
I tilt my head up to the moon
And wonder -- could I have saved you? -- but I've won
Your true colors could not be undone

And from now on, your breath holds fast
Lying in a casket of glass
Dead to us all, your fate is cast
And your twin stands attention
To destiny he testifies
And like my name, he claims the skies
For long ago, I saw his eyes
Inside of your reflection

I'm thinking it will be just me and piano, but I want to record it with Dylan's keyboard, and that's obviously not happening today.  Working out is starting to become something that is more of a chore, but that might just be after last night's dream (and last night -- nonstop work all night, gotta love it right?)  I know I shouldn't be as frustrated and as tired as I am, but it seems like my days are shrinking right in front of my eyes.  Five o'clock to me means "day is done."  I know it's important to do these things, and once I get into them I'm usually fine, but before that I'm just like "do I have to get up now? Do I have to face the day today?"

What can I do but wait for the new Millennium?
I just must be prepared for it.