I just died in your words tonight
and began to slowly fall
In a state of semi consciousness
among soft words, I felt so small

This scenario didn't frighten me
for death it would be the perfect place
I'd give myself to your words
and the soft curves I would trace

I'd caress them with my finger tips
they'd be the last thing I would feel
So gently like they're fragile things
my breath,  they'll eventually steal

In the end I'd lay down quietly
beside each loving phrase
just closing my eyes so softly
holding your words until the light fades