The Dance
Might you not be kind enough to accept this flower
Or just hold it long enough so others won't come
Asking for your hands like it were china or silver or piece of ring
Sharp and ready for diamonds to be cut: a thorn
Shall have no meaning now, not when you're beside
This. Safe. Granite. To protect you and whose clock says
It will not be too that too late to give it a wait
For the carriage to come, the taxis to reset clear their meter
Ambush of lions in the wild without preys but hunted
To find recourse, this overcast sky to make amends
To the only incandescence that matters to me now
Or just hold it long enough so others won't come
Asking for your hands like it were china or silver or piece of ring
Sharp and ready for diamonds to be cut: a thorn
Shall have no meaning now, not when you're beside
This. Safe. Granite. To protect you and whose clock says
It will not be too that too late to give it a wait
For the carriage to come, the taxis to reset clear their meter
Ambush of lions in the wild without preys but hunted
To find recourse, this overcast sky to make amends
To the only incandescence that matters to me now
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