Read your palm the only way i know
with fingertips, with my eyes closed
they're rivers running into lakes
moon rocks on the orbit's face
I had patience i buried my face
in quiet corners i stood in place
in a still life of some lost scene
in the ghost side of a sunbeam
what don't i already know?
i don't go anywhere you go
Your eyes, awake, still in a dream
they don't tell me anything
Your eyes, awake, still in a dream
they don't tell me anything
Your eyes, awake, still in a dream
they don't tell me anything