No Please, Don’t Watch

You will not hear this song I didn’t write of your eyes that keep me I’m floating.
Somehow I know that if I’m in your presence, it’s not fair to me to be stared at.

Sometimes it’s just unassuming, unalarming, unforetelling,
Living in this hand of mercy, waiting for the rain.

You will not hear the words I will not speak because my conscience is towing, I’m drowning.
Somewhere along the line, maybe you’ll see that it’s better to wait when you’re loving.

Long have I waited long
Is it love?
Look out it’s raining now
Love how it’s coming down.