Desire to love
Touch me with those
Burning palms
Grasp
And cling to me
Fragile, becoming numb
All I wish to do is write and write alone
But I would like to be held by you
Touch me with those
Burning palms
Grasp
And cling to me
Fragile, becoming numb
All I wish to do is write and write alone
But I would like to be held by you