My head in the crook of your arm,
My body heavy from the weight of air.
Let me rest,
My eyes closed to all,
My breathing slow and calm.
Let me fall,
My lips growing cols as slowflakes' kiss,
My being reduced to the essence of memory.
My head in the crook of your arm,
My body heavy from the weight of air.
Let me rest,
My eyes closed to all,
My breathing slow and calm.
Let me fall,
My lips growing cols as slowflakes' kiss,
My being reduced to the essence of memory.