The great sea is at home
as she bends to the champagne moon
and I feel just the same
when I'm left alone with you.
Place your fingertips on my skin
I am no wild woman and I'm no longer blue
burn bright and unbearable in your wake
whisper in my ear
as my legs start to shake.
Never stop to wonder
if what you give is less than you take
give me everything
my beautiful mistake.

Such a funny thing
to be a great power
and still at a loss
in the late night hours.
I toss and turn and fumble
breaking tides and seashell houses
pastel colors crumble.
What is lovely
is only salt in the wound
get inside me
work your way into my grooves
It's so hard to be strong
I don't want to choose
between joy and sanity
every time I win, I lose.