because when you were talking about the dishes
and the laundry and the children and deadlines
and the dust on the black lamps,
he was stroking that little hollow below my neck
that makes me breathless.
because when you were telling me about the heavy silence
he was making me scream.
because when the wind was telling me to stop
the ocean came rushing up and took me away
before i could refuse.
and the laundry and the children and deadlines
and the dust on the black lamps,
he was stroking that little hollow below my neck
that makes me breathless.
because when you were telling me about the heavy silence
he was making me scream.
because when the wind was telling me to stop
the ocean came rushing up and took me away
before i could refuse.