White sheets , me and you
My cheesy jokes and your passion for politics
Cigarettes and The Dinosaur's Skin
In my head we were already married

Babe you got me writing like Lang,
Making moves even in the astral realm
Holding me up in every dimension,
Catching me at every breathe and fall

We met 45 full moons ago near a lake
Made love until the war
I guess we were both in fear of the unknown
But we discovered ourselves during it

The corridors of your house
Will forever be haunted by us

Will I get to see you again? Maybe.