*** soaked letters go here and there
cooking curious conspiracies
Your charcoal lips command me
to get aboard the time machine

I close my eyes and comply
And instantly - Your arms are around me
Your heels help your lips up to my ears
Whispering things that sound heavenly

Then I pull you towards me
In dangerous territory
Maybe it was the whiskey
Could've been the psychedelic music

And the curtains drop
Over dark circles and cold sweats
As memories try to escape the strongbox
That we had swore to protect

I put the lid on the box of secrets;
Dawn arrives, as if to say that chapter's over
But your words still ring my ears
Would you've said them if you were sober?