Slowly you take my hand Our skin touches we have similar articulations Your knuckles and mine intertwine All in my head Side by side on this table I stare in front of me I cannot look you in the eye most of the time You touch my tight while opening the drawer I pretented i didn't feel I get lost in your brown eyes At the supermarket But really i'm just starring at bottels of wine Imprint your skeleton in mine I've forgotten how it feels