Flicks

Lung of love, leaves me breathless;
Tongue of fool, lap me in emnity.
Four walled secret lies among the hessian,
And a flicker of the future could've saved the cindered sister.
And I'm motioning still: they stand inside me;
And moments until the one I leave.

Colourless, I kiss her cold forehead I feel life,
Lose it in a minute and the ones to come feel too far to care.
And I'm motioning still they stand inside me,
And moments until the one I leave.

People concertina to my private magic lantern move for me;
With the senses all inclusive in the theatre of triggered memories.

And I'm motioning still: they stand inside me;
And moments until the one I leave.