i speak,
i am spoken for,
and i am lost for 
words.
i am cold in your
eyes but
warm in your heart
you forget my name
i forget your shirt
at the party at someone's
house after too much whiskey.
darling breathe easy
i'm not cold in your eyes
i'm still warm in your heart
burnt in the back of your eye lids
like you are in mine.
distance is hard because it
starts to slip  - the remembrance
of the way you stand,
and hold my hand and the slow
moving bat of your eye lashes.
this music's so soft, and it makes
me want to loop myself through
you

- soon so soon.
until then we must
wait and try to see straight 
into each others eyes from memory.


this bed feels empty without you lover.