How Exquisite It Was
I can pick real pretty words- make ’em rhyme real neat
And I can tell you all the facts ’til the story is complete
But you can’t ever really know, about what I’m singing, ’cause
There aint no words that can convey
How Exquisite It Was
How Exquisite It Was
And I wanna make you happy and I wanna turn you on
And I want for you to love me for the beauty of my song
And I wish you could have been there; then you’d know just why I fuss
With the words that always fall just short of
How Exquisite It Was
How Exquisite It Was
Oh, the air- it sang in rapture, in duet with rhythmic sighs
And our souls- they moved like rolling clouds that eclipsed the very skies
And the sun exploded in our breasts, leaving only dream stardust
And the universe could find no words for
How Exquisite It Was
How Exquisite It Was
Copyright 1988 George Brian Ferrell
Notes: Written to describe the deep love I felt for a beautiful girl while on an LSD trip.