My senses might overdose on your closeness.
Dim the lights, let’s not spend words on how we feel tonight.
We’re staring right through each other’s closed doors.
I’m taking the weapons from you, this is not a war you need to fight.
My fingers softly wrapped around your anger.
I tell you not to worry.
Can you hear the sirens, my dear.
Abandon the battle ship, now you can still flee.
I’m walking in your quiet company.
No need to fill your mouth with words I do not wish to hear.
Your honesty is sleeping inside your silence.
Let’s not wake it, let it be.
Don’t mind the minutes slipping past you.
I’ve made a pact with time.
Hold on just a little longer.
I promise you, you’ll be alright.