Relax my hands on the table. Uncurl my fingers to reveal superficial indentations. Crescent moon shapes mark the surface of my palms, It's twilight: your shadows lurking over again.
Try to hinder foolish pride From shooting out my mouth like a gust of wind And blowing out your light. All I want is you to shine.
And I'll wait here with you until sunrise.
I am blinded by your light, Your dark shadows always lurking behind you.