I pressed my ear to your chest
And heard something personal.
A whisper that knew my name.
Is it how your heart treats all strangers?
With love and affection?
Then I feel cold and empty.
I\'ve got a sense of urgency.
I\'ve got to make this happen.
No stone unturned.
I\'ve got a sense of urgency.
I\'ve got to make something happen.
No stone unturned.
I held your hand while you were sleeping
The whole night you griped to mine.
A grip that begged me to stay.
Is this how your limbs treat all strangers?
With love and affection?
Then I fell weak and empty.
Strangers don\'t hide.
The morning hunts you down.
And there\'s nothing stranger
Than to love someone.
I heard the water beat at your skin
A shower of discipline, as heavy as iron.
And I imagined the hand that gripped mine.
Now gripping the gaps in the tiles.
Just holding on tight.
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