Playing your song again tonight
if your lips were strings
played only by me,
what key would it be,
your kissing me

minor for only that minute before
majorly giving me more and more
finding the way deep inside my soul

I'm sinking in
I'm giving in to you
don't let me go
don't walk this bridge alone

if moments of scaling
the octave between
your waist, your neck, your lips
could end on one key
would it be the black or the white inside your eyes
if they were the keys
and your lips were strings