My eyes are wandering in your ceiling
that sound like rushing rivers
And all I'm left to do is
to make the heavy choice to stay here
in your arms as my heart is drowning into those busy waters
but you know what it's like under the waves
don't you, my sweet
Even in the heaviest storm
it is calm under the surface, you say
but my limbs are tearing apart from every chord
when this current is pulling me towards your warm body
you are silent and still
tied over my chest with a Sailor's knot
secretly I whisper to the air
"please never let me leave"
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