What Stays Untouched

Never knew how or why we were no different after all Back where life ends I held your hand Behind the border to your thoughs life is forever and forever is today yet will it be enough the day when the sun streches across an office floor and the winter comes trough your wooden door? And now we seek shelter in the ticking clocks staining lips and glasses too seeing wilting flowers along with music without lyrics while the city's bones melt under our doubts and we hope that smoke will cover our trembling costumes from a stranger's eye