Opal - B! Machine

Panic fills my glass

To overflow at last

Drowning faint ideas

Until the shock can pass

I am tracing the bluest vein

Through a curve in her skin

Spreading like wings

Through a curve in her skin

I watch through the reddest eyes

Even in the rise and fall of here sigh

Through a curve in her skin

I’ve seen pictures of you

That make me pause

Even though you’ve aged

I still feel lost