May 2015
When your palms melted into mine
I etched new lines
Leaving behind every sign
While distances grew in the darkest light
Look for the signs like secret written on lighted windows
I etched new lines
Leaving behind every sign
While distances grew in the darkest light
Look for the signs like secret written on lighted windows
It wouldΒ Β be so easy if we could write our secrets on each other's palms
