Intimacy
Carl Minnemann / John Almeida
there´s no reason to talk
wrapped up here so warm
counting corners again
let the hours go slow
skinny fingers pierce the air
with words i don´t know
remain unmoving tonight
chilled to the bones, and behind
halflight, shows me, your eyes
in silent broken sighs
skinny fingers pierce the air
with words i don´t know
urgent whispers seem to stare
behind all of my thoughts
let the breeze, saunter in
and stop being oh so lost
try to speak,
words are meant to be
more than ruthless thoughts
all of me, don´t you see
i can´t even give you anymore?
better leave,
than to sit and watch
all this fall apart.
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