I like the idea of sitting in the car in the pouring rain listening to J Geils and smoking cigarettes
I just want to swim in you before your waters turn cold and cast me out
You’re a destroyer of dreams and a tempest of nightmares, a beautiful disaster
Sent to cure me of you, I was never really sure if you existed. And there you go again
White caps and dump ducks speckle the horizon against the slurry grey sky
I want to ask you about that thing you said but I know you don’t want to talk about it
So I’ll just wander the fields of my home and look for that dream I was sure I had
Where we were in a car in the pouring rain listening to J Geils and smoking cigarettes