if the keys in my hand, Turned a lock of your hair
I would walk through the glance, But I'd stop at the stair
I'd follow it down, To the very last step
And I'd wait by the room where your secrets are kept
As noon shades to night
I'll invite you to shed
all your compulsion and sorrow unsaid
if one comes before two
and three before four
might I have your attention for a few hours more
and if you'll take the rains
then I'll drown you in grace
as my kisses outnumber the tears on your face
when my tongue becomes tired
and I can no longer speak
may my fingertips trace the ears I can't reach
Then I'd pause for a time
And I'd look at your world
And I'd fashion a rhyme
for a lost little girl
lyrics by Shayfer James
middle stanzas by Estelore and e.