Cinderella, build me up
let me down, let me be
Guide me down your halls
searching for us, walking backwards
-Blink once in the mirror,
your black-painted lashes
and the milk-chocolate gaze
that lies in between them
will tell me it's you,
spreading earth tones over the walls
in my head
Breaking me down...
Building me up...
Walking backwards, palms on my side
slow to your lips, your waist, my face
goes warm to cold, light and bold
with flickering lamps that tease answers
hidden in your whispers,
underneath your clothes on the floor
