Silent in transit.

Your words go silent in transit,

vanishing slowly

through heat and air.

Yet..

in that space

between voice and touch

I still listen

and wait for fingerprints.

"I got you

Baby I got you

Until you're used to my face

And my mystery fades

I got you

So baby love me

Before they all love me

Until you won't love me

Because they all left me

I'll be different

I think I'll be different

I hope I'm not different

And I hope you'll still listen

But until then

Baby I got you."