Holding tightly
To the aching in my cross of dirt
I guess I never learned
So close to you
Fell into a hole again
Now we can begin where we’ve never been
If it’s too much
I left open a door for touch
Stay out, or leave
Hope to meet you In the shade of after all this ends in us
I can’t help but wonder who it is
That you are
Who it is that you are
Ending all now
Glass in every crevice cut
Your mouth should have stayed shut
Empty chapel
Piano in a room for two
Attention on my cue
Here is a clue:
If it’s too much
I left open a door for touch
Stay out, or leave
Hope to meet you
In the shade of after all this ends in us
I can’t help but wonder who it is
That you are
—Who it is that you are