If you don't mind it, love
I believe I must ask:
Why is it that
Even when Summer begins to die
This heat never seems to fade away, too?
Solstice is bleeding out in the streets every night
Those fallen leaves, shielding her body
And yet, here in September
I'm still drunk on that brand-new sunshine
That makes me want to lie down with you.
I wish you and I could find a cold place
A secret pathway into Autumn's sweetly perfumed arms
But, love, if that's not happening
Perhaps we should go where the sun shines brightest
And revel in a halo of blistering light.
Perhaps we could peel away
All the formality
Just to keep cool
Every layer of reserve
Long gone by the end of the day.
Of course
You'll see every imperfection
And I'll know it
But I won't mind
As long as each one gets attention from your fingertips.
I'll find Spring in your skin
And you'll taste Winter on my lips
And Summer and her fatal fever
Will be no match for us.
In fact, we'll barely feel her harsh kiss
Streaming through the window
Into our little room
Where everything feels just right.
So, if you don't mind it, love
I believe that you should follow me into this retreat
Where we can embrace this heatwave.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
If you don't mind it, love
I believe I must ask:
Why is it that
Even when Summer begins to die
This heat never seems to fade away, too?
Solstice is bleeding out in the streets every night
Those fallen leaves, shielding her body
And yet, here in September
I'm still drunk on that brand-new sunshine
That makes me want to lie down with you.
I wish you and I could find a cold place
A secret pathway into Autumn's sweetly perfumed arms
But, love, if that's not happening
Perhaps we should go where the sun shines brightest
And revel in a halo of blistering light.
Perhaps we could peel away
All the formality
Just to keep cool
Every layer of reserve
Long gone by the end of the day.
Of course
You'll see every imperfection
And I'll know it
But I won't mind
As long as each one gets attention from your fingertips.
I'll find Spring in your skin
And you'll taste Winter on my lips
And Summer and her fatal fever
Will be no match for us.
In fact, we'll barely feel her harsh kiss
Streaming through the window
Into our little room
Where everything feels just right.
So, if you don't mind it, love
I believe that you should follow me into this retreat
Where we can embrace this heatwave.
