With your breast in a moonbeam

Foot on a stair 

You weep on my shoulder 

I feel full shackled 

I think you're lonely (?) 

I been here cause I think there's been a change 

You're not in my pocket 

You're not on the phone 

With your ear to listen 

And you're not on the phone 

I'm a liar (?) 

But I could write you a letter, now 

But I don't know where I am 

Never pure but I'm (show you?) 

You're lost in the jungles 

With your prints on the fingers 

And your painted footsteps 

I give you my life