Kiss me where bruises have passed
Kiss me where love letters have left worn marks
Kiss me with a passion that I now say once was
Kiss me behind the layers of knowledge
And screens of memories
That litter the road home
From far away fields
Kiss me around the gates of long nights
That have creaked around
Weathered corners of yesterdays mail
Kiss me beneath the warm blankets
That isolate terror without
The long list of memories within
Kiss me around the clock
Like the tick tock that echoes through these halls
Bouncing from ear to ear in a fun game of pinball
Endlessly racking up points to find us a winner
