Slowly
Patrick The Pan
Every single blink You make
Makes my whole world shake
Every demon I wake
You make them all melt
With a single breath
But they’re the top of an iceberg
And beneath
There’s still someone so frozen...
Wrong
This is all so wrong
I should be hanging now
Body immersed in thorns
Sewed lips’d be screaming on
If your love had a sound
It would be sound of falling slowly feather
This is what You’re to me
A falling feather
Why are You still right here?
This is the time when You run...
If this was a fairytale
With a happy end
You would turn into a stone
And crash me down forever