Breathing you out
taking you in...
your memory keeps wispering
all the things we could have been
all the love we left for death
here you are
standing close to me
almost touching my soul
without feeling my skin
there you go
waiting for me to follow
walking too slow to move
controling your impulsive feeling
wishing to look at you
and here i am
with no more words left to hide
i cannot tell you what it'll be
there's so much i can see
but i am waiting for you to show me
the things that i have to be
