Your sing song vocal connection
seeps out your mouth like smooth confection
and my high tide low tide better or for worse
Is always waiting right here.

A thousand miles backwards to the beginning of our time
When me I just first met you and you held up your sign.

Your smooth water eyes
and things like this, i think
if beauty ever dies?
Or does it only sink?

So deep your valleys carved
like aged in wine is good.
So my heart will ever wait
as it knows it should.