Beau Navire
Cloud City
And in the dark, we can see our wordsWaveforms of pillow talkPlumes of our personalitiesFigures of speechAll laid bare for us to seeAs it stands, there's nothing hidden between usSomething to considerMinds made like beds the morning afterTidy decisions with loose cornersUnkempt in our attempts to put things rightIf it's lost you can't have itNow it's gone of course you want it
From Letras Mania