Pins and Needles

Her eyes are warning flags Especially when they're smiling They hold me intensely like pain inside her teardrops And I'm hanging on to the cliffs of their waterfall Because I don't ever want to see her cry These pins and needles of brittle air I breath around her Sew the torn shreds of my soul into a love supreme She's the warm, soft ball of thread that remains Whenever she takes my breath away Because I need somebody to die for Her heart's a roaring dragon's den Glowing a love so pure and golden For just an ounce she might be willing to share I'll be the red heat in her conflagration Just to feel her rush through my bloodstream