Grace şarkı sözleri

Desires are daily, consolation sufficient as suburbs where we walk by night, past unstoppered gardens through degrees where edges kiss but not ostentatiously. When night's thigh gleams its covers pave us we will go ahead, daughters of a day's espousals. Our shining adjustments make us thankful as hands. When a sky bowl so dark is placed above us even the moon's conquered surfaces can steer our disparities our repetitions, like magnets, like iron. This wanting is almost a substance bright as our silver vestibules lithe as postcards scripted by hand. We anticipate the approach of rivers, wars damage, orders arrested at times like an expended flame unplugging sky from its dark retinues shattered jewels, unmoored as desire comes into us, between order & license and lodges along a path of blossom. Curves & poles of love cannot be replayed across stolen distances of light fields. Can we leave ourselves without so many barriers soft beds, gifts in our bodies our constancy? Though we are determined by difficulty time demands we travel with our senses widened by contact all the collected arguments uncertainties that thwart our silence. Something agitates our fluidity confessions, disturbances we make openings darker than we imagine find we are more resilient against the manners of each other's body. We dabble our feet, shudder as though there's a hole in the door. But what we have said is amongst plenty: navel, liquor, neck thighs, jewels, eyes. Taste the crimson galleries. I will go here, within a circle even if nobody represents us this graceful art, yet difficult in effect. What we return to - stature of pleasures palms, beams, boughs perfumes our sleeping lips.