Give your subtle hellos to the passing stranger,
When you know you're longing for embrace.
I'm not sure whether you're butterflies or maggots,
You're just someone I cannot erase.
You're blue with a touch of yellow,
Mine with a touch of gone.
Maybe you thought you were being honest,
But we both know what's really going on.
But everything I said,
was a science proved in painful tears.
Left to wither like a rose in the desert,
a crushed appetite hungry all the years.
I can trust as well and sure
as you can bring back the dead.
Despite the vibrations
this earthquake is all in your head.
