you took me to the mountains it was late june the stream below kept you from sleeping i thought maybe this was your version of ignoring who we were below the tree tops. taking us to cleaner air to make your head feel less unsure about us but i think it made you see the gaps between how your life was with me and how it was without.
The houses here are like miniature towns, their walls are crumbled and ruined and our eyes float up to the signs above the car windscreen, he said i make him see everything differently, its like having a new set of eyes
i craved to understand a language in you that i could not speak so instead i spent time decoding your eyes hoping that your eyes could converse more than your lips