In the bottom of the theatre, where the line is drawn In between the water heaters I bent down and took the straw In a room full of powders, on your skin were black ink fields We held hands as I talked louder, my body strange in its difficult heels
The branded arms that walked my bike home Rested right above me in a flower's name That's where I talked and talked and shut up 'til he loved me
Underneath where pipes go, I saw crosses on your skin Make-up mirror lights glowed, I forgot to wish that I was thin The part of me that lets me dream, or if I'm lucky, sleep Is walking where we walked last time, and swimming where it's deep
The branded arms that walked my bike home Rested right above me in a flower's name That's where I talked and talked and shut up 'til he loved me I talked and talked and shut up 'til he loved meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
