While the colors fade onto my tongue
the world seems to suddenly dissolve
final retribution to the land I've been
inveloping ocean sure enough to sink

I'm your island baby, not the waves
I'm how they dont know how to feel,
the birds and the bees above and
below us they steal time just to feel
I only feel the roses thorn,
polen ****** and swallowed

Words are too messy, and way past time
I end in my mouth
                                 by saying more but
nothing at all.

You were my fantasy, now I can't wake up.
But babe we were never dreaming till now