A Book Of Love Stories-The Killing Moon

The homeade scars on my arms are slowly fading Just as your fingernails are setting in to begin a new chapter So sink in as deep as you canand I will do the same We can share one sensation and ignore the flourescent riddles In your eyelids and you surrender It is something that I never intended to risk Your skin is a canvas for my heart to paint So let go and if we're careful not to breathe We'll hear nothing and see everything we are feeling In each other's eyes Is is something that I never intended to risk Without devotion all words turn to scabs Unity is letting nothing be predeterminded Unity is letting us be ourselves Unity is letting each page write itself Our book came to be unannounced Our book of days, our book of loe stories Each promise that I break is a day's draft burned forever These are limits that I never intended to reach