I Wish I Were Your Tear

I'd rather be the salt On your skin Than the empty room You stand in and I'd rather taste your bones In the dark than disappear Inside your heart. If I your air, Let me be your ache. If I can't be your prayer, Let me be what breaks. I wish I were a tear born in your Eye, fall down your cheek, and die on your Lips. I'd rather burn that near than be what Lifts outside your touch, outside Your kiss. I'd rather be the heat On your neck Than the quiet space You protect. I'd rather feel you piece by piece Than be the silence you keep. If I can't your air, Let me be your ache. If I can't be your prayer, Let me be what breaks. I wish I were a tear born in your Eye, fall down your cheek, and die on Lips. I'd rather burn that near than be what Lifts outside your touch, outside Your kiss. Let me dissolve, let me begin, Melt in your mouth, under your skin. If love is a war, let me be It. If love is a sin, let me live It in. I wish I were a tear born in your Eye, fall down your cheek, and die on your Lips. I wish I were a tear born in Your eye, fall down cheek, and die On your lips. I'd rather burn that near than what Lifts outside your touch, Outside your kiss.