Holding tightly
To the aching in my cross of dirt
I guess I never learned
So close to you
Fell into a hole again
Now we can begin where we’ve never been
If it’s too much
I left open a door for touch
Stay out, or leave
Hope to meet you In the shade of after all this ends in us
I can’t help but wonder who it is
That you are
Who it is that you are
Ending all now
Gla** in every crevice cut
Your mouth should have stayed shut
Empty chapel
Piano in a room for two
Attention on my cue
Here is a clue:
If it’s too much
I left open a door for touch
Stay out, or leave
Hope to meet you
In the shade of after all this ends in us
I can’t help but wonder who it is
That you are
—Who it is that you are