It’s my embrace you wish to know,
A man, a woman, a horse, an avalanche of show.
It’s adventure you wish to taste,
Well here I am, under your fresh fingertips,
Here I am, here I am.
You can grasp me into whatever you wish to escape,
and here I am, here I am.
Solid as the mind’s tricks. Here I am.
My papery embrace, I am so here, yet so far away.
Each movement I take, each time my euphoric world breaks,
Yes, yes, my paper embrace.
Rickety at best, I am so weak.
A rip of your fingers can suffocate me.
Crash! Crash! In the most gentle sound, my mind says,
It’s astounding how weak I am but how concrete my story is.
A single flame in a dark sea, or a fire enraging the seven seas.
It depends on how much you hold me.
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 4:42 AM UTC
It’s my embrace you wish to know,
A man, a woman, a horse, an avalanche of show.
It’s adventure you wish to taste,
Well here I am, under your fresh fingertips,
Here I am, here I am.
You can grasp me into whatever you wish to escape,
and here I am, here I am.
Solid as the mind’s tricks. Here I am.
My papery embrace, I am so here, yet so far away.
Each movement I take, each time my euphoric world breaks,
Yes, yes, my paper embrace.
Rickety at best, I am so weak.
A rip of your fingers can suffocate me.
Crash! Crash! In the most gentle sound, my mind says,
It’s astounding how weak I am but how concrete my story is.
A single flame in a dark sea, or a fire enraging the seven seas.
It depends on how much you hold me.
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