Cover my mouth with your small hand,
I’ll keep my love locked deep inside.
No words will cross this silent land —
But I’m the restless kind, you know,
And with my eyes I’ll hold you tight.
Now cover up my watching eyes,
So I can’t see your lovely face.
But I’m the restless kind, you see —
By your sweet scent I’ll find my way,
Across a hundred miles, I’ll chase.
Seal my nose, block my ears as well,
Bind my hands so I can’t reach out.
But I’m the restless kind, I tell —
With my heart I’ll hear you breathe,
Your soul’s soft whisper, without doubt.
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