Shuffled through

Shuffled through the risk I took with you
The fear of being shown my bodies worthy of any pain
The stomach sings not matter how little we feed it
To act the faith so easily
The need to spin the stand
The curve of the heat on quiet feet
A pretty word for too many
The reckless gratitude shuffles through me and you

We littered the street
You wore that chain that sings around your neck
Pulling back the trees the crowed they all want to gasp

Shuffle through the one and two
The touch of you
The dancers hip

To act the faith so easily
A pretty word for too many
Exposing me to what I do around you
The curve of the heat on quiet feet exposing me