my soul aches to the sound of your name
and my heart screams at the motion of space
my ears have heard the sound of your skin

like the rippling waves of a far off sea
do you know you as well as you know me

is it a sin to let you in
is it a choice that i must commit
my word in stone

if i was a writer i’d never leave
and if i was a preacher i’d never teach
if i were a man i’d never leave it be

little girl do you know what you are
something happened beneath that scar
something that you’ll never show the world

i could speak to the moon but he would say
leave it to rest. we’ll talk another day

will this be the last of us
has it withered did it rust
or did we drown it with our own hands