We can not work out what has to be said.
An image painted black in the back of my head.
It came so clear last night
you showed me that your words mean more than actions do.
I was listening to you.
Someone is listening
that someone is you.
You build me up
you break me down again
and I take it.
If this night
if this kiss were something real.

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