what's this
in your nervous hands
a white sheet and several days of curiosity
made by nights of full flavour and rough skin
i dare say
we must stay here longer
and unatended
we must read and read and never question
and you must wait
to put your left fingers upon my eyes
and your right fingers over my chest
and draw a line
draw a melody
and sing
i believe
i dare say
this is a song