I always knew of a place
a place where I've never been

where your laughter echoes
breaking glass and tickling skin

the air laced with your perfume,
the moisture of your skin

overwhelming my senses with a fog,
my eyes with sin

there ,the nights are sovereign
cold wind carries whispered words
shaping them into chant and hymn

so grant me your hands
give me a chance
let me feel what they've sworn upon
in the place where I've never stepped on

I'm a simple chair ,
I'll hold the pressure of what you wear

I'm a simple chair ,
I hold your weight , yet you're unaware

I wait for your return ,
my purpose fades beneath your spurn

weight me down with what you hold ,
ill break down from all I've been told

I'm a simple chair ,
one day you'll leave me - beyond repair