the quiet game
i sleep at your fingertips
in a white room
with white sheets
and a white girl
(and nothing is as white as it seems)
you toss and turn at my arm
in a black room
with black sheets
and a black boy
(and nothing is as black as it seems)
our somber dance,
a criss-cross romance
we play the quiet game
i feel everything when you feel me
(i have no words to say)
two hands find each other
to pray for forgiveness and faith
i am not a faithful servant
i serve only faith, faithful to service
(not every sin is as easy as black and white)