Slow Motion

Everything is magical in slow motion
 The way you tilt your head under the sun
 And maybe it's just yearning for a deep moment
 The heated kiss of heroes waking up
 But no one ever told you it would be perfect
 And dreaming sometimes dresses like regret
 And better men have failed to get the light working
 They just stumbled in the dark for years I guess
 And the slow motion color of the empty
 interstate, like the warm light of a lover
 when the day begins to break,
 on the bluest Sunday morning that the
 angels ever made, before they flew away
 And the LA wind is hardly even blowing
 You got the number dialed, but you don't call
 You don't believe your words are worth the motion
 You don't believe your tears are worth the salt
 But you better tell your loved ones that you love them
 Says the man beside the fence down at the park
 And I drove across this country to the bottom
 It's beautiful, but man it broke my heart
 It's getting late we probably should get going
 The dogs are glowing ghostly in the dusk
 Another perfect stranger looking lonesome
 Another moment slow and warm and hushed
 And everything is magical in slow motion
 The way you tilt your cheek against the blade
 And maybe it's just yearning for a true moment
 On the bluest morning angels ever made