Just looks, absorbs and sings
Appraising all around her
Her silence draws me in
Swimming in a pitch black stream
Wandering through pale steam
Iron bridge connects our lips
Why must I awake from this?
Met a girl who doesn’t judge
Just sits and analyses
Within her lies a blood-red box
Full of voice and surprises
Swimming in a pitch black stream
Wandering through pale steam
Iron bridge connects our lips
Temporarily in bliss
Met a girl who doesn’t cave in
To society’s laws
Laid eyes on her a week ago
Am still completely floored
Swimming in a pitch black stream
Wrap myself in pale steam
Iron bridge connects our lips
I live – to sleep – to dream – of this
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