Awkward things.

Le Mot Juste

If we could dance ’til morning
Maybe outside won’t exist,
And maybe we could live inside
The linger of a kiss.
I know I’m speaking nonsense
But it’s how you make me feel.
I’m happy just to lie down now
And let you take the wheel,
‘Cause I trust you and I love you
And these words don’t seem quite right,
‘Cause they’re built of sounds and letters,
Not my heartbeat, not the night,
Not the ache that fills my veins every second we’re apart,
They’re just movements that my tongue makes when it listens to my heart.

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