One step too far. Is not far enough away from here. Stay close to me. Don’t relax your grip on my right hand. But you are all I really want in this life. You could be the summer rain on my face. You push a little tear into my eye lid. Don’t torture yourself thinking that it must sting. Don’t turn your head. Pretend they’re all dead and gone by now. Can you feel that?. Feels like breath on the back of my neck. But you are all I really want in this life. You could be the summer rain on my face. You push a little tear into my eye lid. Don’t torture yourself thinking that it must sting. . by delluchi