Take my hand,
Outside, look, tell
Me what you see.
"Clouds swirling together in the sky,
Wavering plains, green grass swaying in the wind,
And on that hill, a tree."
Squeeze my hand,
Ask me what I see.
"I see mankind's escape, the root of the word natural,
And everything that is beauty.
I see the chaos of accidental art, the brightness of innate happiness,
And its most important, crucial ability."
Squeeze your hand,
Fingertips stroking emotions onto my skin,
Look yourself in the mirror,
Written on your sharp cheekbones,
I'll tell you what I see.
I see clouds, swirling together in the sky, wavering plains, green grass swaying in the wind,
And on that hill, a tree.
Beneath your half closed eyes, and through the waves of your voice,
I see everything,
Everything that is beauty.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
Take my hand,
Outside, look, tell
Me what you see.
"Clouds swirling together in the sky,
Wavering plains, green grass swaying in the wind,
And on that hill, a tree."
Squeeze my hand,
Ask me what I see.
"I see mankind's escape, the root of the word natural,
And everything that is beauty.
I see the chaos of accidental art, the brightness of innate happiness,
And its most important, crucial ability."
Squeeze your hand,
Fingertips stroking emotions onto my skin,
Look yourself in the mirror,
Written on your sharp cheekbones,
I'll tell you what I see.
I see clouds, swirling together in the sky, wavering plains, green grass swaying in the wind,
And on that hill, a tree.
Beneath your half closed eyes, and through the waves of your voice,
I see everything,
Everything that is beauty.