and fall into a trance
where sweeping tides consume my mind
and nothing goes as planned
I want the floor to hear our roar
and send it back all soft and warm
or swim through seas of melodies
in search of some undiscovered shore
while we stand still like statues
I'll whisper gently,
breathe your music into me
pour your soul right into me
so I can touch your meaning
and keep it in my memory
to carry on those lonesome roads ahead
you'll stay feathers in my bed
No comments:
Post a Comment