Dame's gonna drive me crazy. She'll get me in heaps of trouble, I can feel it. I usually avoid the likes of her, but there are times when you get caught off guard and you try to quickly shut the door, only to find out that she's a slippery one, she's spell-binding, and she's already in.
I don't remember where I met her. Lousy memory. But I do remember her reflection on the window glass. Haunting symmetry of beauty! Painfully lovely. Oh, if only I could hold her now and feel her heart beating against mine.
We both know and we both want, but the moral space between us is a wide and stormy sea. Dare we cross it?
On the radio, I heard the Sound of Silence.