In the quiet of your home
in the corner of your room
in the rushing of the street
in the time you're on your own
when the stars light up like candlesticks
when the moon begins to pray
and the oceans hear you groan
in the time you're on your own.
When the milkman comes and the sun's not shone
but the night has packed its bags and gone
and the dew is you upon the floor
in the time you're on your own.
One small kiss can resonate,
make universes hold their
breaths and wait
and still we wait
in the time you're on your own.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
In the quiet of your home
in the corner of your room
in the rushing of the street
in the time you're on your own
when the stars light up like candlesticks
when the moon begins to pray
and the oceans hear you groan
in the time you're on your own.
When the milkman comes and the sun's not shone
but the night has packed its bags and gone
and the dew is you upon the floor
in the time you're on your own.
One small kiss can resonate,
make universes hold their
breaths and wait
and still we wait
in the time you're on your own.
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