Poetry in her window pane See our faces in the moonless night With no need for a spoken word Too afraid to be open now Innocent for as long as silence is our friend
Spinning round in my belly wheel In the garden behind veiled eyes I'm the boy again, standing in the flood So in love with the tides
Should I save myself from you And then drown in distant memories Should I give myself to you Or just throw it all away?
Poetry in the window pane Her devotion, a mysterious smile How long will we play this waiting game How long will we stay on tricky ground How long will we play this waiting game
