But my heart is out of control
I hear your voice and what you said
Then the elevator starts to roll
Buttons start depressing
Unseen fingers on the numbers
Floor by floor I’m caressing
Every memory I sought to encumber
As I imagine your whisper
The lift rises higher still
Motives mired with not her
Give way to thoughts she will
Hope hoists yearning to the cranium
Unchained desire opens the door
The guitar of my mind starts to strum
You were gone now you’re not any more
Whoa! Beautiful
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