you are not in my life but you are in my words, in my art, in my poetry, in my letters you are not here but your soul is you are my muse, my anchor you are me, i'm you we are the reflection of each other on my words, on my paper
it was one windy but hot june night when you saw me for the first time we were two kids and i knew we were meant to be just friends at the beach house but that didn't stop you nor your feelings
eight years passed now it's even a more windy and hotter august night we are something unnamed at the beach house and i realized we were never meant to be just friends, we only meant to be parallel lines
i drank too much champagne and think of you in a place where reality doesn't exist and i'm afraid because you are something fragile yet wonderful and i'm scared to let you down again
tell me lies under the moonlight or just for a night make up we are sinners but under this moonlight you look like a saint maybe god won't forgive us nevertheless you are mine tonight under the moonlight with your sweet lies