Your moisture dropped sweet, sweet drops upon my lips
and ooh, I couldn’t help it, something in my heart dipped.
And it wasn’t the lips or the taste or the hands around my face,
It was this skin, this moisture, this skin we were in.
and ooh, I’ve wanted closure for so long, it seemed so wrong that we didn’t belong
but now that I’ve been alone
it seems I’ve known
Nothing mattered except when you were gone
And it was that moisture, the moisture of our skin
It was this skin, this moisture, that skin I’m no longer in.
No comments:
Post a Comment