You
In the morning when I wake, and the sun is coming through, or you feel bottomed to sweetness, and you feel my head with you.
Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down?
Or you feel my head with pieces of a song I can't get out? Can I be close to you?
Can I be close to you?
Can I take it to the moment? Where the fields of pain and gold, and the trees of fear with memories?
As the feelings never told, I need a pulse on them, and the days are lost through, and the whole world is sleeping, and my world is here.
Can I be close to you?
Can I be close to you?
Can I be close to you?
