Ive always hidden from his eyes
Deep tender brown that strive for mine
I often look away or look afar
I find shelter in the shadow of his neck just besides his throat
And I seem to know where his fingerprints are set
I count each star as I count each sin
But to belong to him and to feel in my shelter a resonate approach
His lips form words I never thought Id own.
He tells me between whispers that he needs me
And Ive lost the symphonies words make inside my head for him
I rise from this coward shelter and I see the way his pupils dilate
Theres silence in our hands
Theres chaos in our heads
Somehow he makes me want to breathe
Somehow he makes me want to stay.