When the devil creeps in, we shoo him away.
When doubts creep in, we go the other way.
Between our minds, those things left unsaid.
Between the sheets, desire's our bed.
On the other side, this all looks so right.
On this side, lips sealed so tight.
Can't turn the thirst off, no matter how we try.
Won't turn the lust off, it's how we get high.
Space between us, makes reflection come.
Time between us, just a beat of the drum.
Whatever this is, I feel it now.
Whatever this will be, is what we allow.
Sing me your song, I promise to hear.
Sing from your heart, and I won't disappear.
Don't float away and take what we've shared.
If we both go away, just know that I cared.
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| Image by Alex Da Corte |
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