It feels less like walking on water than drowning in mid-air;
the perfume of your presence is too heady to bear.
I make myself thin to slip from your embrace;
breathe once more the comfortable air of an ordinary, little faith.
It feels less like walking on water than drowning in mid-air;
the perfume of your presence is too heady to bear.
I make myself thin to slip from your embrace;
breathe once more the comfortable air of an ordinary, little faith.