كلمات Maria

Skin barely, but it's taut and carried Through starless sky to blackest ground Changing states in a seamless gradient Hearing in the way I speak to you how far I went To be alone here, and still, pressing hands Nothing left to reach with, yet it's closeness Like seeing an old friend when he Holds me with eyes that sing I am not the man for him Holds me with eyes that sing I am not the man for him I collect the dew falling from his chest I collect all the thorns wrapped around his quietness I wish he would remove the blade from my neck I know he waits for me to do it myself when he Holds me with eyes that sing I am not the man for him Holds me with eyes that sing I am not the man for him And there has never been a sharper object Than the dawn when it's unraveling over my skin And the waiting when I'm tracing the shadow of his arm on me When I feel the weight growing under him He holds me with eyes that sing I am not the man for him Holds me with eyes that sing I am not the man for him