Touch Me - Eight Bells

Barren boughs arch over our heads

Moved by the wind

They bend or break

Touch me

Shattered numb reaction to gale or gentle breeze

Don’t prefer one or the other

Trees withstand whims and chance

Touch me

Your love permeates / We say the words

Your love decimates / We feel the twinge

There is pain in being true / We say the words

There is pain in knowing you / Lack of progress