Where can we rest?
When does this ground stop it's motion?
Now you're holding my hand
I'm in your bed
There is a song stuck in my head
but I can't sing it aloud
I find out how
You breath in numbers when you sleep
This humors me and you find a way in
Hey, how have you been?
before I knew you?
What was the last note you played?
Is it okay if I stayed?
Take a look outside, the sun is rising
I am smiling, can you tell I am hiding?
The wrinkles in your sheets I am happy to meet
as long as you're next to me
as long as you're next to me
as long as your
body is close to mine, just this time
but you should probably know
there is a crack in your ceiling
and I can't help but thinking
if the crack in mine gives you the same feeling
because this whole city is falling apart
and I find beauty in the shape it makes
the risk we're willing to take
the loud noises beyond the window gate
the way it puts you to sleep
and our palms meet
touching neck to feet
it's all beautiful to me
the lines from the light through your window
projected like paper on the wall
I write to you sincerely
Were you here all along?
p.s. Will we last through this song? Do you already know?
If so, let me go
If so, wait a few moments if you're willing
So I can paint the crack on your ceiling
I find it surprisingly appealing
I'll frame it perfectly, hang it next to mine
can you walk me home now please,
if you don't mind?
