Every time the touch of your hand
Calls to remind deep in a way
I often forget until the
Next touch warm and true frees my
Mind of doubt and fills it with love
From your heart that passes through your
Warm caress stroke-by-stroke giving
Only love that I can't doubt since...
In-between waiting for and wanting more,
Not sure how to know.
In the seams binding us, the threads begin to show.
Chorus:
Light beyond the vines
Speckled through our minds.
Tangled thoughts shadow what is there and what we find.
Though, it seems, space between us whispered as we
Drew away.
Darkened seams woven in the fabric worn today.
Chorus:
Light beyond the vines
Speckled through our minds.
Tangled thoughts shadow what is there and what we find.