Thu
May
7
Edge of her skin
There’s some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I’m drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
And could you be the one that’s not afraid
To look me in the eye
I swear I would collapse
If I would tell how I think you fell
From the sky
My words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile.
It’s the feeling I get
My palms with sweat
Like some kind of daydream
I’ll never forget
I’m stuck in this spin
Why does it begin
By touching the edge of her skin
