Every thought too fast to speak
In every moment an emergency
Would you hear me
If I spoke without reason
Would you feel me
If I ignored your touch?
Does my love for you
Fall with the season
Or maybe I
Or maybe I
Am running out of luck
You split the winds with your temper
Your passions are tempered
For the desire
To be tied in a truss
If I give in
I give to you too much
Would you want me still
If I am weathered...
In a sandstorm can you feel my touch?
Does being blind in the dark
Stir the disfunction
To see what we are not
You spoke to me in riddles
Expecting a solution
But I only had questions
And neither of us should have survived this far
I will meet you in the car.