| Shaking |
| Your words are kind and your eyes are sweet All of my beginnings end in defeat Meanwhile I know it's time to go home. Your whispering kings I cannot believe I don't know what you want to achieve All I know is l must be alone. I watch your hands as they keep on shaking If my heart is safe then why is it breaking? And I need to know who I am forsaking. If you were me would you feel like this? Would you try to bridge this gap with a kiss Or would you walk for miles to try to be with me? Your hand shakes as you sweeten your drink My hands shake so I try not to think It's worse to be in love than it is to be free. I'll never know where you came from But what you think I'll then become: I'm just a character that lives in your mind. Your prophecies determine my life So I watch as you play with the knife Hoping that you'll know how to be kind. |