moses pope is a man from alabama who unwittingly supplied the title for this song. there’s supposed to be a simple drum beat but i screwed up the first take and didn’t feel like redoing it this time ’round. perhaps when a certain phantom bear sessions cd is ready. hm.
just in case you can’t decipher what i’m singing.. .
i don’t know why i even bother but your love, your kiss, it don’t miss, they’re certified heartbreakers/my heart skips a beat like stones tossed on the sea/when you’re near it’s quite clear, time is a relative thing/you’re trouble, i know it, when you smile, i’m frozen/ another statute with a priceless expression, to add to your collection/and i don’t know why i even bother but your love, your kiss, it don’t miss, they’re certified heartbreakers/and when i look upon my young days/will i wish in some ways, perhaps in some craze/that i changed in your heart my place/’cause when i dream of holding you so tight/i awake in the dead of night/reaching through the vaccuum of lonely space/longing for your phantom weight/so cold and so breathless, so sensibly senseless/one beat, two legs, and the spring in my step/a bouquet that i swiped and a bowtie tied to perfection/i’ll risk being a fool for you, i’ll risk the damage it could do, for the chance to love you/’cause my love, my kiss, it don’t miss, it don’t miss
anyway, hear it is. i’m tired. 
