Sometimes I lean against a wall,
Weary with longing.
Closing my eyes, I go inside
Where thoughts are racing,
Slowly to elbow them all aside
Till you I’m facing.
Then, eye to eye, with hearts’ low call,
We smile, belonging.
Sometimes I lean against a wall,
Weary with longing.
Closing my eyes, I go inside
Where thoughts are racing,
Slowly to elbow them all aside
Till you I’m facing.
Then, eye to eye, with hearts’ low call,
We smile, belonging.