We are,
Sitting on water tanks,
As the clouds begin to play childish pranks,
With the moon.
We have,
A perfect moment in an imperfect time,
Your palms squeezed into mine,
Not a moment too soon.
"Where are we going?"
"Nowhere, for now."
"We'll figure out where, once we figure out how,"
"As we go."
But I want to take you,
Taste your soul through sealed lips,
Hold you tight in my arms, as we take trips,
By ourselves.
I want to let go,
Every joy and misery I've ever known,
For a second with you smiling, your hair blown,
In an open car, on the open road.
So take my hand,
We can go drowning in these shallow waters,
Alone in our darkness, among light that never falters,
And let go.
You can fall,
Know that broken people put back together,
Feel as good as new, as good as never,
But, for you, I'll try,
I won't break, I won't cry,
I'll hold on to you, like reason, to the only thing that matters,
So take my hand, we can go drowning,
In shallow waters.
