French Cinema from Open Seasons by EG Cunningham

I swore that I would tell no one
That I love you
A secret sung into the sky
Is no secret
Even now I wonder why
I can’t keep it
To myself

I saw you on a Saturday
In Poughkeepsie
You had the look of morning rain
When you kissed me
You said we’d play it as it lays
That you’d miss me
For a spell

And you’re not much for French cinema
With all of its hunger
Guess it makes no difference
But now that we’re older
I see an image in my mind of you like still water
As this leading lady bids adieu

I saw you after once or twice
All business
The difference between ghost and god
Mere deference
I know you are but who am I
In your presence
Someone else

And you’re not much for French cinema
With all of its hunger
Guess it makes no difference
But now that we’re older
I see an image in my mind of you like still water
As this leading lady bids adieu

I’ll meet you in the dream again
Of blue flowers
It’s there you place your hand in mine
And we’re lovers
I know I’ll never feel this way
For another
On that day when you kissed me
On that day when you kissed me
It’s Saturday in Poughkeepsie
It’s Saturday in Poughkeepsie

• Folk
• hybrid
• piano based
• singer-songwriter
• California