Our youth is ending, Ginger beer and snickers bars swapped for cheap ***** and cold laughs Drip drip, the bottle spills Drip drip our limbs spread out A harmony held high over our heads We swim down stream Our stomachs to the sky All scales and notes and melodies A song composed in an series of summers A song sung through the rocks, our finger tips glow Stinging, slipping, stuttering A stutter, a song stuck in motion An unspoken emotion, stays behind
All I want is to be back at the creek, with you, loving me