Thomas

Hearing you speak
I want
To taste your words
Cinnamon and cedar

And I'd like to trace
The scars
On your arms
With my index finger

Is your skin still warm
Like mine from the sun?

And you're here in a room
Without coming in through the door
It's you I dared not hope for

And the wine that night
When you said this body is mine given for you
I was there the light left your eyes

And I'd like to feel
The wound
In your side
With my index finger

To find out if you're
More real
Than my fickle heart
You are, you are

Your head sore from the thorns
The curtain torn

And you're here in a room
Without coming in through the door
It's you I dared not hope for

And the wine that night
When you said this body is mine given for you
I was there the light left your eyes
I was there the day you died

It's you I dared not hope for

And the wine that night
When you said this body is mine given for you
I was there the light left your eyes
I was there the day you died

It's you I dared not hope for



Credits
Writer(s): Anny Leigh Ackermann
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