Biting The Air

Spun like strings on a guitar
Tighten my arms around you
A distance I can see from the middle room
You in the corner under the lamp
Waiting, what you do best to suck the blood from time
First drink of wine, pretend to nap
A ghost in the ceiling
Apply the makeup to be together
Walks across the sand, Polish script passes out eyes
Pain across an ocean, watching storms
Frustrated forehead hits a teleprompter
Sleigh bells tied to sticks to awaken a love and a charm
A little light, a little light