Four days gone
You swept her off her feet now she is only swept along
And you meant no harm
She talks, the circle speaks and sees you differently, but you don't
Something's wrong
"Hey, did you hear that she would like to be spent?"
"No, I heard she's spending this year celibate"
And "Did you hear that she would wish him dead?"
"No. Stop pretending through social network disinfectants"
What do say?
When you wash yourself do you feel clean?
I fear a message has appeared straight from the source
Somewhere between what's lost and what's submerged
Oh God, If I could find the strength to leave this shore
Could I admit without pretending
Morning tried to bring a selfish tide, but shaking hands preferred a sunrise
I thirsted once, but never again
What did you say?
When you wash yourself do you feel clean?