Coney Island
And your windswept hair...
Unwritten
Singing this song inside my soul...
The office workers sit quietly around their desks
Lips pursed tightly, but their minds in disarray...
Lying in the grass together
We watch the stars twinkle in silky, black skies...
As I sit around my brain is fried
and my head hurts from all the tears I've Cried...
All day and all night I think of you
I say I love you, and you say I love you too...
I guess this is the only topic it really fits...
I wanna be cuffed down...
Cold and raw,
the wind whistles sharply...
You, my love, are an array of serenades,
each floating gracefully into the next...
I want you happy
Like a child blowing bubbles...
The kiss in the cold is preferred
Its promises something that is eventually betrayed...
Nothing between us
just skin to skin...