QUINN - Photography, Music, Poetry
Lost again
The days I won´t forget
tattoed on the walls inside my head
The hours smelled like death
Up. Out. Go. Now.
And my minds heaviness
thoughts engraved in bones
glued and broken
wheather I surrender or resist
I won´t be sued for hoping
I´d like to get lost
in your skin
I´d like to get lost
in the air you breathe tonight
Oh I´d like
to get lost
again
Gently take my hand
Let me in and throw me out
Softly lift me up
break my bones and take them home
I told you to be weary of the
poison heartbeat
in my open chest
will you surrender or resist
I´m to be blamed for hoping
I´d like to get lost
in your skin
I´d like to get lost
in the air you breathe tonight
Oh I´d like
to get lost
again
Hod the parts of me
Noone ever knew, noone could see
and I will hold your heart
close to mine so they can beat
The shaking of my breath
the breaking of my boice
I won´t deny it
Don´t you know I´ve wasted all my love
as if I wouldn´t mind it
I´d like to get lost
in your skin
I´d like to get lost
in the air you breathe tonight
Oh I´d like
to get lost
again
Why do I hold my breath?
When I speak of you I speak of death
Will you hold me tight
when I grow too cold throughout the night
My heart expands and grows during the day
I asked you please why won´t you stay
throughout the darkness and the pain
And I will never ask again
I´d like to get lost
in your skin
I´d like to get lost
in the air you breathe tonight
Oh I´d like
to get lost
again
