Is someone barking up your doorstep?
Two lips a spinal chord, the nape of your neck
Sometimes too young to know difference
I drink it lap it up and love it like
Kiyo with cherry blossoms blooming
I′m watching through my minds eye
Undressing you to feel your angels skin
Language disappears, the nape of your neck
I am the same as you in English
Never closer than when you hair is in a braid
Clenching tightly to your clothes now
I'd rather die than walk outside this room