At last, at last
you drop your guard
And run your fingers,
your fingers through my hair
Across the threshold
of your privacy
I rush side to side
To catch both of your eyes
I stretch authenticity
to far-fetched glory
Who cares
what they teach
of humbleness
But the glory
overturns
When you lean against my chest
And the crime will be too low
to be ignored
Ignore the fact that I'm utterly
utterly out of touch
At least, at least
accept these sad remains
Fleece them from this frame
Adorn your
nagging simplicity
With far-fetched glory
Who cares
what they teach
of humbleness
But the glory
Will overturn
If it lean against your chest
And the crime will be too low
to be ignored
If there's a brighter way
to tackle the chase
Without pissing on the chances
Your chances away,
please show me
So you stand there
Without glamour
Where else can you reach but to
bastard tactics
So you stand there
Without glamour
Where else can you reach but to
bastard tactics,
again
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