Send It On

CHORUS]

Send it up

Send it through

Send it right back to you

Send it up

Send it through

Send it right back to you

Your inner view to me is

Something that I do desire

Struggling to see a new something that I fantasize

So I'm sending

[CHORUS]

Send it up

Send it through

Send it right back to you

Send it up

Send it through

Send it right back to you

You can't disguise your emotions

You know that I see in your eyes

Your soul's me, your soul's something that I feel inside

Run, run, run, run if I run Lord only knows how far 

That I and I will fall behind

Gotta find a better place, gotta find a better space

So that I, so my life may be the reason why

Hold on be strong, for your own

Move on before long, you'll get home

If your feeling insecure

You can be sure

Even if it take forever and a day for me to do

I gotta send it on to you

Tell me what will I do

Send it right back to you

If You Forget Me

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine. 

Pablo Neruda