It's close to four
I'm riding shotgun
Thinking of all the things I've said
And all the things i could have done
Miles and miles
I've dreamt nights of things
Maybe the feel of your skin
On the tips of my fingers
The threads of hair
In-between
Your smile
Your eyes
The dreams of the gap
Between your thighs
It's not the prize
That lays inside
It's the thought of being close
So close
To you my dear
Those eyes
Your lips
Take me away
To that place
The bliss of your kiss
The blush on your face
Miles away
You make my heart race