Yeah, I love that... -she said- the way you... the way, you know,… just the way you linger like you do.
But it's written on your body. It's on the lips of your tongue, the look in your eye, in the glare of the sun, the touch of your cold fingers, when you say goodbye, the way that you linger, the way that you lie.
But it's written on our bodies...
the touch of your fingers and the look in your eye.
The way that we accuse, the way that we deny.