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Where my fingers touch the water
A soft, white foam starts to rise
It blooms right where my hand begins
A fleeting, milky, gentle prize
This perfect line, a quiet fence
Separates the outside from my sense
Before the bubble sinks down
White foam climbs up where my touch resides
A velvet limit where the cold water hides
It gathers softly, a ghost of the deep
A secret promise that bubbles kiss
I trace your body with just a glance
Watching the silver light on the surface dance
It clings like lace, it leaves no trace
Just a soft memory of this quiet space
White foam climbs up where my touch resides
A velvet limit where the cold water hides
It gathers softly, a ghost of the deep
A secret promise that bubbles kiss
If I move too fast, it will disappear
Taking all the magic, taking all the fear
So I stay still, suspended here
White foam climbs up where my touch resides
A velvet limit where the cold water hides
It gathers softly, a ghost of the deep
A secret promise that bubbles kiss
