you're waiting for me in another rooms, another lives in spaces between the walls, in whispers of rainfall i watch how cracks on the ground catch every single drop you're waiting for me and i feel this itch in my heart.
tempting me with gentle sadness of yours melancholy that is always so pure that i can't feel my lungs when i breathe when we're together we don't need lungs to breathe.
we are our own lungs you can be right, i will be the left one. let our palms meld we can let all of the ice in our heart melt.
one of us is still afraid to vapour after rain but we can feel each others fractions floating in the air. one of us is still afraid. but is it really just one? i am not afraid to be afraid because i have my love.
tempting me with gentle sadness of yours melancholy that is always so pure that i can't feel my lungs when i breathe when we're together we don't need lungs to...
we are our own lungs you can be right, i will be the left one. let our palms meld we can let all of the ice in our heart melt.