How do you feel close?
I don't speak with you, I don't breathe with you
Where do you stand?
Do you perch on cliffs, would you not notice?
Cadence dripping near
Gently roughening
Losing lambency
It has pa**ed from weak hours to quashed cliffs
Where have you seen drowning?
Where have you carved angels?
Where do you stand?
How do you feel close?
I don't bilk my sins, I wouldn't snatch you
Does delphinus sustain her shine?
Or baby does she pine
For aconites erstwhile gawks?
It has pa**ed from apocryphal peaks to docile lows
Where have you traced yourself?
Where have you balanced?
Where do you stand?
How do you feel close?
I don't clinch with you, I don't preach with you