My face was searching for hers.
Even in silence I heard her talk.
Poems were wrote upon my face.
Her eyes spoke poetry.
My face was searching for hers.
We went through this weather.
Our mornings were evening for her.
My face was searching for hers.
Even in silence I heard her talk.
My sleep was broken by thoughts of her.
What ways she cut night apart!
My face was searching for hers.
Even in silence I heard her talk.
Poems were wrote upon my face.
Her eyes spoke poetry.
My face was searching for hers.
Even in silence I heard her talk.
We went through this weather.
Our mornings were evening for her.
My face was searching for hers.
Even in silence I heard her talk.
My face was searching for hers.
Even in silence I heard her talk.
My face was searching for hers.
Even in silence I heard her talk.
The face of mine, my face was searching for hers.
The face of mine.
The face of mine.
The face of mine.