Nina Kinert

Separate Ways

Nina Kinert


My deliberate mood is stringing harder in me
But I'm wanting so to ask you
Can I kiss you here?
And all your moderate words
Burn into fire inside
And all I really wanna ask you is
I can touch you there?
We're like the flashing lightning divided into separate ways
Yeah I know you wanna talk
About more profound things
Than I could ever dream of
I haven't seen nothing yet
I really wish that I would know
Things that will shatter you
There ain't not dripping from
The roof into my hands
We're like the flashing lightning divided into separate ways

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