Frosting on the beater (buy me a posie and I'll teach you a song)

[alasanon]

I can't see you sitting there
in your low-backed chair
typing on the keyboard
with your short blond hair
but you're there, as you are
and waiting for the fall
and I'm here, waiting after dawn

you can't feel my hands on your shoulders
you can't feel them muss your hair
but you can sense my presence
though I can't show I that care.
but you're there, as you are
and waiting for the call
and I'm here, waiting until dawn

there are people all alone
and people who are not
and people who need to know
and people who do not
I am of the silence that cracks with greying dawn
and you are of the brittle evening as afternoon moves on.