a proper conductor revised

these palms are wings
when you take them
you're flying
these palms are wings
when you take them
you're trying

to find a window to jump out of
to find a piece of drapery to hold on to

wrapping golden threads around your fingertips
it's all paisley & floral
wrapping golden threads around your fingertips
i will see you tomorrow

a guilty scent
nodes through
in drafts
off the ivory
a like the keys
you grace

hearts beat in a pace
delicate notes, I will recognize
every breath escapes your lips
to be immortalized

i know that look well enough by now

i want to walk with you
i want to walk with you
i want to walk with you
i want to walk with you
i want to walk with you
i want to walk with you
i want to walk with you
i can walk to you