I know it when I look at you
I’m stirring in your sky
thunderbolts rise up within
telling us to come inside
I feel the wind whip up again
to drowned out all the chaff
scare the flooded fields of crow
lightning deep in us to crash
I built this bed for us by hand
back when those oaks fell
it washed out all the roads to you
rain soaked sheets of skin avail
I’m not what you want to want
you look amazing in afraid
I will hold you tight this time
enough to feel your windows shake
I wish that we could try again
but I will get you back to town
wait and dry out here for you
pray your storm comes back around
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
I know it when I look at you
I’m stirring in your sky
thunderbolts rise up within
telling us to come inside
I feel the wind whip up again
to drowned out all the chaff
scare the flooded fields of crow
lightning deep in us to crash
I built this bed for us by hand
back when those oaks fell
it washed out all the roads to you
rain soaked sheets of skin avail
I’m not what you want to want
you look amazing in afraid
I will hold you tight this time
enough to feel your windows shake
I wish that we could try again
but I will get you back to town
wait and dry out here for you
pray your storm comes back around
Intoxicatingly irresponsible desire
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