Here
Sober warmth
No emotion
I am still
Seen
From above
Give me options
I am lost
Focal points
Blurry lines
Nervous bones
Star filled night
All I want
Is to place
My hands on your waist
Where
Are the words
That I need
To be heard
Snow
In your shoes
We'll be home
Soon enough
Focal points
Blurry lines
Nervous bones
Star filled night
If you want
I will place
My hands on your waist