The waters are cloudy is what I'm telling you.
The lakes, the seas, the tears and coffees and the rain.
You really did linger uncomfortably at my door, just as I thought you won't?
It's the unfamiliarity melted with your wantings.
It's a new song, you don't know the words to yet, but something
has to keep you lingering. That, or you won't know.
It can grow on you as time cares for itself, or you could drive fast, crash and burn.
My want is to know who can I run to next to not twice-love anyone.
