A heaven behind doors, unlocked and fragile.
The walls are determined to break and fall at any given moment.
The floor will collapse upon my next step.
Brandy, I wonder if you can heal my wounds tonight.
Can you place the glass that holds your sweetness upon my lips?
I beg you, heal the wounds.
Set my pulse to heighten and jitter to the warming comfort of your blood.
Don’t rebuild the isolation in me, give me answers and less questions.
My darling twin, once my passion, set me free.
The nation of two, now slipping off the fresh wounds.
So deep we dug into the pavement of our hearts.
Oh Brandy, patch me anyway you can.
I can only sing to you tonight.