At night
Your broken fingers caress my face.
Your shadows come to lie between my lips.
My little one
We grow old together.
We've learned how to share our silences.
Background: a survivor speaking to his dead wife.
At night
Your broken fingers caress my face.
Your shadows come to lie between my lips.
My little one
We grow old together.
We've learned how to share our silences.
Background: a survivor speaking to his dead wife.