Confession
Anna-Lynne Williams
Words are my weakness
How they pierce me through
You wield your silver tongue, don't you?
A bottle of wine
Your voice and mine anew
A part of my heart already belongs to you
The swell of a tide and all the boats rise
Sharing the lines, dimming the lights
We might not have felt this till tonight
I wasn't expecting to feel anything
But sometimes the moment gets it right
I like the things you say when you drink
When is it just a kiss
Don't let me try
Keep it closed
Nets around our butterflies
A part of my heart already belongs to you
A bottle of wine
Your voice and mine anew
The swell of a tide and all the boats rise
Dimming the lights, sharing the lines
Ooooh
I like the things you say when you drink