you're waiting for me in another rooms, another lives
in spaces between the walls, in whispers of rainfall
i watch how cracks on the ground catch every single drop
you're waiting for me and i feel this itch in my heart.
tempting me with gentle sadness of yours
melancholy that is always so pure
that i can't feel my lungs when i breathe
when we're together we don't need lungs to breathe.
we are our own lungs
you can be right, i will be the left one.
let our palms meld
we can let all of the ice in our heart melt.
one of us is still afraid to vapour after rain
but we can feel each others fractions floating in the air.
one of us is still afraid. but is it really just one?
i am not afraid to be afraid because i have my love.
tempting me with gentle sadness of yours
melancholy that is always so pure
that i can't feel my lungs when i breathe
when we're together we don't need lungs to...
we are our own lungs
you can be right, i will be the left one.
let our palms meld
we can let all of the ice in our heart melt.
