Splinter
How are you? Who are you?
The zipper 'round your head is broken
I'm afraid for the first time
To tear somebody open
Cuz you taste like winter, gentle and deep
Like somewhere I'd go to chase a dream
And though I'm just a splinter if life's a tree
I hope I get stuck in your feet
If I spoke in anything but poetry
Would I bore you to death?
I wanna fill you up with
All the happiness I have left
Cuz you taste like winter, gentle and deep
Like somewhere I'd go to chase a dream
And though I'm just a splinter if life's a tree
I hope I get stuck in your feet
If you turn into a ghost
If you paint yourself blue
If you only sing sour notes
I'd still like you
Cuz you taste like winter, gentle and deep
Like somewhere I'd go to chase a dream
And though I'm just a splinter if life's a tree
I hope I get stuck in your feet
Writer/s: Rosemounde Oliver-Pestana
