Your eyes glimmer like the sun on a blade
The moon looks away in shame
So lush, you and I, in our prime
No strings attached, you and I
Your chest rises and falls
Your face says it all
Something nervous, and vulnerable
Did I feel wanted?
And was I wanted?
Did you think of me when you came?
I had hopes that you did
As I watched that look on your face change
You and I, in our prime
Your garden, gated, parched, and dry
Gardening with knives, and needy hands
All strings attached, you and I
I had hoped for something different
Maybe I wanted something different
You wanted something different, you wanted me, and that was not enough
You wanted me, and dropped me like hot sand slipping from your hands
Did I ask for too much?
Did I not think enough?
Maybe I hoped for too much,
Maybe it's the circumstances
Maybe you should've taken it slow
Maybe it's me
Maybe this could've been a masterpiece
Maybe I loved you
And will my lips turn to a symbol of my contempt for you?
And will my hands turn to a touch of tension for you?
Will you look at me, and I'll remember what you did while you move on?
You'll keep what happened as a secret, but I will keep it like a vow
And I hope every time you look at me, you'll always know
And did you think of me?
Did you think of me?
Did you think of me?
If you wondered,
I thought of you