we're working our thoughts through words that lost their meaning long ago.
and we're working our love through letters that break in lines and curves, just black on white.

i'm trying an new song and i'm
trying a new metaphor but it
can't hold on to what i want to say.
it's just a broken little poem that i'm
never gonna finish but
i dare not put it away.

the screen glows white and
the pixels glow red and
maybe they form a heart.
my ears are full of silence
but i dare not go to sleep
cause i might miss your words to me.

i'm trying to reach out and let my
letters build a bridge across
the big grey emptiness.
but it falls apart when i
read it out loud and i
can't find the pieces again.

maybe you can cross it in a whisper
maybe you can cross it with your eyes
maybe just like that you'll understand
what i wanted to say.

and the speaker goes -bing-
and my heart goes -bling-
and it's you.

you write: we're working our thoughts through words that lost their meaning long ago.
you write: we're working our love through letters that break in lines and curves, just black on white.
you write: but every letter from you goes right to my heart
and every word your write goes right to my soul
and don't you ever let me go.
although
i miss your skin and i miss your touch
and whatever i taste i'm still thirsty for you.
so i drink your words like i
drink the starlight that shines on both of us tonight.

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