Color Gris

I can see your footprints
Creating a spiral
That I step into

You've been an excuse
For what I can't do
And you've brought me down to earth

It's just a matter of time
The wood creaks the same
It's my hand that's trying
Making the effort

But if I get closer
Out of fear, I pull back
Your texture isn't normal

I can tell by feeling
Your warmth before you
Your words are gray

I realize it's like this
You're already part of here
Yet you hide from me
If I decided to open up
It's because I can breathe
Your gaze in solitude

It was never the right moment
But now I feel
That there's nothing to wait for

That thing that moves my body and takes my breath away
That makes me stop in front of any attempt
Are your words gray

Though it's easier to stay seated in my chair
I choose to stand up and move very slowly
Because I want to invite you out

I want to hear your voice
I want to hear your voice
I want to be your voice
With you, I want to listen

I want to hear your voice
I want to hear your voice
I want to be your voice
With you, I want to dance