No one can break open
What’s there to be left in tact
In the margins that give away
In the sill of my heart in fact
Life is slow fading
Where love loves invading
And I’m a candle again
Sweating in my own made illusions
I’m wetting a name that touches me
Where blood’s gushing raw.
I’m a believer, then,
Believing cos to believe is
What holds you, in favour
Of your dreams that’s
Kissing where it matters.
