narrator
11-06-2002, 09:40 AM
The touch
Was almost meant to never— In fingers
Like this
I should go
Before I look into those— In hues
Like that
They glow
Looking back over at— In hope
Like patterns
A gesture
Allow me to come and— In you
Like fate
After it all
Whispers I can never— In sin
Like sate
Was almost meant to never— In fingers
Like this
I should go
Before I look into those— In hues
Like that
They glow
Looking back over at— In hope
Like patterns
A gesture
Allow me to come and— In you
Like fate
After it all
Whispers I can never— In sin
Like sate