You brush against me without really noticing it.
I feel how
your knuckles graze my wrist.
Sweep me off my feet,
the effect's instantaneous.
Though I guess you aren't aware
of ever touching me, my skin keeps reminding me of its longing for you.
How can you leave
or even contemplate leaving?
This waiting is unbearable,
these days so long when you're gone.
In my head I beg you to write on my back
something beautiful,
something dumbfounding, something to confuse me,
something such that you'll run out of space.
How can you leave
or even contemplate leaving?
Oh I can't wait anymore.
Days like these are so long when you're gone.
When it's time for the shadow of a foot
burning skin conquers over the shine of reason.
I'll take what I need
without your concent.
How can you leave
or even contemplate leaving?
This waiting is unbearable,
these days so long when you're gone.