we will take the slow train
we will take the slow train
I think of you as I travel, think of the things we could do, the places we could go. If only you were here. If only we could. If only.
we will take the slow train
We will take the slow train from Seoul to Busan,
crossing suburbs and rivers with you in
the window seat and
I by the aisle,
watch as winter slinks away and
spring rouses
in the form of steadily flowing streams and
pink, white blooms and
everything will be okay,
because you will be by my side.
We will visit the fish market and
get ripped off by curly-haired fishmongers,
trying to get a taste of Busan,
of fresh fish and abalone, and
no matter how much it will cost,
I will order everything you like,
because it's you, and
if I don't do this for you,
who else can I do it for?
We will go to the Gwangan Beach at night and
you will watch the bridge light up while I watch
your eyes light up watching
the bridge light up, because
beautiful as the lights are,
nothing comes close to how beautiful you are.
We will go to the Yonggungsa Temple
up on the mountain, and
you will pray for our happiness
as I pray for yours, because
nothing matters more to me than
seeing your joy-filled face.
I will hold your hand as we
walk down the Nampo-dong streets, and
you will skip from shop to shop,
roadside stall to roadside stall, and
I will keep you in check with
a firm grip on your hand and
a warm touch on your back.
I will bring you up the Busan Tower and
watch you shut your eyes as you
take in the fresh air, a
rare opportunity to relax from the commotion of Seoul, and
steal a kiss from your upturned lips,
eliciting a pout as you roll your eyes and
walk away.
I will smile but not follow, because
I know that you will turn and shout
for me to hurry and catch up,
stolen kiss and mock violation
forgotten.
I think of you as I travel, think of the things we could do, the places we could go. If only you were here. If only we could. If only.
we will take the slow train
We will take the slow train from Seoul to Busan,
crossing suburbs and rivers with you in
the window seat and
I by the aisle,
watch as winter slinks away and
spring rouses
in the form of steadily flowing streams and
pink, white blooms and
everything will be okay,
because you will be by my side.
We will visit the fish market and
get ripped off by curly-haired fishmongers,
trying to get a taste of Busan,
of fresh fish and abalone, and
no matter how much it will cost,
I will order everything you like,
because it's you, and
if I don't do this for you,
who else can I do it for?
We will go to the Gwangan Beach at night and
you will watch the bridge light up while I watch
your eyes light up watching
the bridge light up, because
beautiful as the lights are,
nothing comes close to how beautiful you are.
We will go to the Yonggungsa Temple
up on the mountain, and
you will pray for our happiness
as I pray for yours, because
nothing matters more to me than
seeing your joy-filled face.
I will hold your hand as we
walk down the Nampo-dong streets, and
you will skip from shop to shop,
roadside stall to roadside stall, and
I will keep you in check with
a firm grip on your hand and
a warm touch on your back.
I will bring you up the Busan Tower and
watch you shut your eyes as you
take in the fresh air, a
rare opportunity to relax from the commotion of Seoul, and
steal a kiss from your upturned lips,
eliciting a pout as you roll your eyes and
walk away.
I will smile but not follow, because
I know that you will turn and shout
for me to hurry and catch up,
stolen kiss and mock violation
forgotten.