Broken Silk

Fading in the dark...

Let the rhythm start to bend

In the middle of the room we hesitate

Tracing outlines that we shouldn't make

Slow motion moves, the heavy air we breathe

You know exactly what you want from me

We fall,

we bend

Heavy air,

we touch again

No words

to say

We let the music drift away

Underneath the spell, the shadow grows

Where the secret river slowly flows

Every touch is like a silent spark

Keeping us together in the dark

Feel the weight of the sound Holding us to

the ground

So heavy, so soft We are

drifting off In the dark...

Softly fade...