when we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels. but I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s, and not one speck will remain...
i like holding hands in the dark.
palm pressed to palm.
down between our sides, no one can see
no one knows but us.
no one knows
and you could hold my hand like that for days, and it still wouldn't be enough.
you talk with your hands like we do, forever, and ever and i'd never have to miss you...
i made so many wishes on so many stars this weekend. that's one bonus to that small little town, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dark. all those stars. the stars don't shine like that here.
oh what a world, what a world, we live in such a wonderful world.
a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere...