The Well

from by Danielle Fricke

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I undress leaving the thought of your cold bathroom floor
and find heat in your hands

read the tales of the invisible lovers
wish the towel hanging was yours

let me see you
let me feel you
let me hold

I'm only dreaming of your touch, your taste, your smell
want to feel the things I felt in your grey house
can you climb a little lower and bring me up
it's cold dear and I'm cold

don't let me drown at the bottom of my well

winter weighs down and ties together my bones
as brittle but young
and I am cold

only dreaming of your touch, your taste, your smell
want to feel the things I felt in your grey house
can you climb a little lower and bring me up
it's cold dear and I'm cold
and it's cold dear and I'm cold

don't let me drown at the bottom of my well
don't let me drown at the bottom of my well

cause there I'll find the heat of your hands
and the taste of your throat

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from Moon, released May 24, 2016

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