My fingers curl and spasm,
Unable to stitch together these fragments,
My imagination, my memories,
Into a single breath of time,
So I’ll wait,
Until the pain passes,
As long as it takes.
My fingers curl and spasm,
Unable to stitch together these fragments,
My imagination, my memories,
Into a single breath of time,
So I’ll wait,
Until the pain passes,
As long as it takes.