tyres screech down the road,
i know...

skip steps to match yours,
treading slippery pathways...

My liquor-drenched clothes
ask me to narrate stories to you...

Don't promise me those suburban dreams
when you can't promise to live it...

Match the rhythm of my heart
for when your fingers touch me...

My skies peak at night time
when the sun has set...

I ask myself:
What am I to you...

The Ocean's rough,
I sing the song...

cut your lips into mine,
my fire and your wine...

the waves crashed against clear skies
as we walked those shores together...

all the boys and young men
tried to woo me...

how the earth spun
as you held my hand...