so hurt me (with hands so soft)
that feeling doesn't matter;
make me forget the moon
is watching. lend me lips that i may
speak
with a tongue pierced by thorns-
did you know rain can wash away
sun-faded memories? i do
you taught me that with eyes so gray
i fell into a mist of rolling emptiness-
and got lost.
so bring me back; (with hands so soft)
im waiting.