I heard him say Something about his last girlfriend. It was the most natural thing in the world, Like water flowing And the Earth spinning so fast and being so huge
I allowed my hand on fleeting moment of contact, When I longed to speak, to show so much more. Your hand moved away. In surprise? I don't know. But maybe it was enough.
I can feel myself falling And I think, “Not again, not again.” I don’t want to leave my heart in your fingers, Fingers I want nothing more than to weave between mine,