Cure

Citrus glow on the descending tree line stars sewn of velvet pine silver reflection of slow night river don't blame me for the smoke rising farther You lit the match and watched the fire haze I didn't teach you that burning gaze But you look through me all the same You don't have to spill your secrets to frame Will you trust me with your affection If I leave my mind to your perception Would you hold my hand in the twilight Let our eyes speak the words you fight Blood on my fingertips The cherry taste on my lips Would you care for me the same If I blew out the flame In the midnight darkness Be the poison cure to my blindness