Mistletoe and the Best Mistake

Skinbits of memories invited by a scent
The mystical appeal of hours that I spent
Inches away from your soft face
Tender melancholy friend
We are the last light remaining in a fading star
The days of reckless teasing come and go away
And leave behind the notion I was born yesterday
I got no shield for these rejections
That's what I meant to say
Outside the clutches of lust we're not good enough
I miss you anyhow, you know
Mistletoe
When you lecture me you raise a cunning brow
I cannot keep from laughing, I don't know how to
You take offense when I take pleasure
And the other way around
Outside the clutches of lust we're not good enough
I miss you anyhow, you know
Mistletoe, what you collected in yourself
Determine the time that I will stay in you
Before I pale away in you
The subtle changes of expression in your face
Strokes I longed to know
I wanted to embrace you and your worries
Without the bitter aftertaste I like to think of the best mistake
There could ever be
Mistletoe