Tourist
Waves
Gray eyes link these sharp dawnsBird-chestedThese cornered armsHalf-lit, mirthless, marksmanO'bending chute and charmI took your portrait from the wallAnd your picture at the windowSucked your lemon dry and weptDeep in the hallWho would swallow my life?And leave me as a childIn the whale I can see the boneAnd the muscle in dim-lightWho would swallow my life?And leave me here to dieIn these arms I can feel my homeBreaking from insideIn these arms I can feel my homeBreaking from insideWho would swallow my life?And leave me here to dieIn these arms I can feel my homeBreaking from inside
From Letras Mania