Such a heavy sigh, as its hand it runs up on Your mind’s inner thigh, and gently caresses All these reasons why, and for a split second Clouds part from the sky for you.
Blind with one touch of her hand Science I don’t under stand Citing all relevant laws of entropy Words with far too many syllables for me
Red for whites of eyes, blinking your sorry self Blind most of the time, reciting figures that Don’t come close to pi, drawing conclusions that Are not straight lines at all,
Questions marks are left behind Just for a taste of her wine Questions marks are left behind She harmonizes black and white Questions marks are left behind Twenty/twenty but still blind Questions marks are left behind So we cant ask why.