Mark R Slaughter - The Call lyrics

Beneath a line of lashes, Embers dim, Catch me - My eyes Push a little harder, Stalling thoughts; I mustn't think! - To miss a blink is all: Brain-cries - I sense them - Glisten In a tear. I can't decipher - Who's to touch her? - Rea**ure by Nudging near. The shoulder shows, Taunts me; Her slender neck - It haunts me. Should I move? - Closer helps - Distance isn't necessary In the frame of what is. And risk: Outside the box: the ‘What if? ' And you - Trapped inside your call, With me waiting on the waves To question: ‘Will I fall? '