clean

Isn't it clean?

The way we speak?

All we see is a reflection

Have you no regrets?

'Cos mine are glowing red

I'll find us a leaf to curl up on

I'll find a solution

Speak to me

Not with words but with oceans

Flood me with your poetry

I'll listen like an ancient tree

Lock into this moment

Into this moment

Where we are

I'm weaker than I thought

I know there's a lesson

Should I have spoken?

Now the way to you is open..