WORKINGMAN IN PROGRESS: THIS MAN IS WORKING!

Whispers to be erased (but it feels like the words to a song)

When you’re around the monster in me is playing

So here I am, disclosing my innermost secret

We both know that truth will never be ours

But if you stay we’ll leave no stone unturned

This dusty path is difficult to walk

And these words are made of sand

(They’re meant to be whispered)

They only come out to meet the rain

(They’re meant to be erased)

These are the thoughts I should keep inside

Don’t let me touch you,

If I can’t go further

Don’t you let me smell your skin,

If I can’t breathe your soul

Don’t you say it’s no use remembering the beautiful things

Is this a way to tell me I can forget you

You promised me you’d never leave your footprints on my way

You promised me you’d never drive me crazy

But you’ve carved your glance into my mind

It’s a cruel disease I want to suffer