The Age Of The Understatement

You know...I can hear you sometimes..

walking near me ,breathing.

You're like a ghost. Like a wind ..like my own breath.

There are times when I can feel your warmth on my neck.

But then I realize that it was just the warmth of the sun.

I smile , like we're playing some kind of game.

I want to look into your eyes ,see into your soul

Touch your cheek and taste your lips

Want to see you smile to me

Want you always with me.

מחשבות מחשבות.

מאיפה אתן באות.

לאן רוצות אותי להוביל

ולמה אתן מתפוגגות?