Silent wind speak those fine words
chase freedom in the meander of a stream
in haste make a pace inside the forest reign
and I met him on a stroll of a Monday afternoon
on a time and land where we once stood
then we felt the contours of one's face
in melodies of what we once held before

Ohh Ohh It's never always black and blue these days
Ohh Ohh It's summer fountain in muse these days

Silent spills whispers the unbroken cord
Lace as his breath kiss and crochet
Rising through my bones and spinning skies
As we long to feel the warmth of each
And our hands entwine and adjoined to love
In peace the two heart caked forms
Talk in beats that trance inside my vein

Ohh Ohh It's never always black and blue these days
Ohh Ohh It's summer fountain in muse these days

Temperature rise in counts of tens
****** the fire in the tongue
Temperature rise in counts of tens
****** the fire in the tongue