La Dispute - Two

^G# Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond Any experience, your ^Ameyes have their silence In your most frail gesture are things which en^G#maj7close me or which I cannot touch because they are too near ^Fmaj7 Your slightest look easily will unclose me Though I have closed my^G#self as fingers You open always petal by petal myself as Spring ^Amopens ,touching skilfully, mysteriously, her first rose ^G#maj7 Or if your wish be to close me, I and my life will ^Fmaj7shut very beautifully, suddenly As when the heart of this flower imagines the s^G#now carefully everywhere descending Nothing which we are to per^Amceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility Whose ^G#maj7texture compels me with the colour of its countries Rendering death and fo^Fmaj7rever with each breathing

I do not know what it is about you that ^G#closes and opens, only something in me understands The ^Amvoice of your eyes is deeper than all roses Nobody,^G# not even the rain, has such small hands ^Fmaj7 Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands ^Fmaj7 Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands ^Fmaj7 Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands