Lyrics: David Wilcox. With The Little That I Know.

from Unreleased
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With the little that I know about dancing,
With the little that I know about left-foot-right,
Maybe I can turn these blues into something... bright.

With the little that I know about waiting,
With the little that I know about ticking time,
Maybe I can manage to imagine your heart beat next to mine.

Love blooms. Love grows. Love falls off the tree.
But love sleeps under the snow while the chilly lovers leave. But then
love wakes. Love yawns. Love brushes off the leaves.
Love is reaching out one morning, trembling and green.

With the little that I know about bicycles,
With the little that I know about the long, slow climb,
Maybe if I shift my gears I can take my... time.

With the little that I know about sailing,
With the little that I know about the changing tides,
Maybe if I move with the rhythm, it's an easier ride.

Love lives. Love dies. Love wraps up inside.
But love sleeps in the cocoon while the chilly lovers hide. But then,
love warms. Love stirs. Love breaks from old things.
Love is reaching out one morning trembling its wings.

With the little that I know about jugg-uh-ling,
With the little that I know about give and take,

Maybe I can learn one lesson out of each mistake.

With the little that I know about faith,
With the little that I know about the distant light,
Maybe I can manage to imagine a daybreak after night.

Love sparks. Love burns. Love turns off the heat.
But love sleeps under the coals while the chilly lovers leave. But then,
love warms. Love stirrs. Love brushes off the dust.
Love is reaching out one night, full of trembling and trust.

With the little that I know about dancing,
With the little that I know about waiting,
The little that I know about bicycles,
With the little that I know about sailing,
The little that I know about jugg-uh-ling,
With the little that I know about give and take,
Maybe I can learn one lesson out of each mistake.
Maybe I can learn one lesson out of each mistake.

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