What is it that I find in your eyes?
A longing for some paradise,
A longing for something far, far away,
Or is it a longing that we stay?
I don't know now.
I don't know how.
But the depth in your eyes -
It sears my soul, brands and takes it own.
One piece you left,
No attitude, no heat.
One piece you left,
It is that I keep.
One piece of you,
No pretense, no chitin.
One piece of you,
Mine, no hiding.
