You stand now, on yourself

A little moon is coming in the room.

You stand there still

Like you were in the arms of everyone you ever wanted.



I was watching you well.



I won't stop you; I won't speak.

The water on your cheek is the only thing smooth and

I'm ashamed that I'm ashamed of you

Standing in my room, lest more water overtake you



And I was watching you, watching you well.



Why won't you leave me quicker

Why won't you leave me?



I'm ashamed that I'm ashamed of you

For standing in my room, lest more water overtake you



I won't stop you

And I won't speak.



Why won't you leave me quicker?



Why won't you leave me...