She calls from across town
And drags me out of my thoughts
Cleans them up for me
My mind is a gutter
Wipes away the self loathing
With nothing more than her voice
Fingertip's touch feels like lightning
Traces a Mona Lisa on my back
-I can’t take much more of this. You’re too good for me.
Her line of sight makes me feel like and uninvited guest
A crinkled forehead snaps me back
-Your good is for me.
Lips part
Her singing flows over my ears
I sing with her
The harmony is beautiful