Taste this sugar that i've melted onto your eyes
let me peel away and smoulder past my disguise
lets drop all our luggage and shoes at the door
we don't need our baggage or to run any more
The bed of possibility lays forever warm and sweet
the blankets, but a doorway, the pillow, the street
lets walk along the banks of our imagination sea
discussing hypothetical should would could be's
then turn them around and laugh in the moment's charm
none of it matters, thread your arm through my arm
we can stroll together, in this timeless shore
Fill my bones with your horizon and let me explore
all that makes you smile,
in this moment's core.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 10:55 AM UTC
Taste this sugar that i've melted onto your eyes
let me peel away and smoulder past my disguise
lets drop all our luggage and shoes at the door
we don't need our baggage or to run any more
The bed of possibility lays forever warm and sweet
the blankets, but a doorway, the pillow, the street
lets walk along the banks of our imagination sea
discussing hypothetical should would could be's
then turn them around and laugh in the moment's charm
none of it matters, thread your arm through my arm
we can stroll together, in this timeless shore
Fill my bones with your horizon and let me explore
all that makes you smile,
in this moment's core.
