Satin

To know me like I know you, to try to taste my tongue
To see my eyes without reflection, without a stare
To catch myself from falling, and right myself from crawling
And look you in the eyes

I stand corrected in your court of shame
I might appeal, I might throw rocks to the moon
I'll try to kiss your lips through a satin veil
And I might touch you or push you if all else fails

I'm like glass in your heel
It takes so long to heal
And it takes so long to feel
Surreal

To see me in morphine blue, the hollow in your eyes
Taste my tears, taste my dreams inside
I'm saline, I'm coming after you
Say again, I'm dreaming over you

I stand corrected, I'm lying lame
Of my appeal you say that we both look the same
But I'm not your brother; I'm the one who won your game
And I'm the one to steal your thunder in your name

I'm like glass in your heel
It takes so long to heal
And it takes so long to feel
Surreal
I'm like glass in your heel
It takes so long to heal
And it takes so long to feel
So real



Credits
Writer(s): Neil Simon Stringer
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