Your eyes are black and desperate
There is memory and misery
In your beautiful, mocking smile
I am drawn to your emanating emptiness
My passion longs to fill you
All my soul is desperate for you
There is comfort in my arms for you
Your agony makes my fingers itch for you
I open my lungs and scream for you
I weep for you
Into my own bottomless pit
Give me your pain and let me weep
Let my fingers run over your skin
My blood runs hot for you
What if I made the sun dawn?
What if I could hold your hand?
With your fingers clasped in mine
I think I could make it
What if in a field of flowers
I lay with you ‘neath the morning stars?
I could find that place inside you
Where you hide all your tears
And I would cry them for you.