Stitched LipsStitched LipsIn front of you I'm powerlessWind's breath lost among willowsSo it's only my pillowsTo whom love I can confessSometimes I wish to disappearMy voice and hands do trembleThen all I do is rambleOn my own and swallow tearSo bitter compared to a kissI once hope to deliverSultry, yet tender quiverWill provide that I won't missUntil then I'll keep my lips stitchedReveries my heart feedingAt least dreams won't be bleedingFor their treasure have been ditched