Of Sand And Sulfur

I know we have been here before:
Countless times engaged in an empty embrace
Your every word the touch of satin
Everything you do is a cold blade in my ribs
Leaving me breathless, suffocating my thoughts
And I am helpless to your beauty
My eyes and woulds are still weeping
Let it dry up so I can fly again
Biting my tongue in hopes that words of weakness don’t escape
Counting the days, counting the moments to dream of you again
Waiting, always waiting
Waiting, always waiting
Waiting, always waiting
Waiting, always waiting
Waiting, always waiting
Waiting, always waiting
Waiting, always waiting