Texty: Buck 65. Riverbed 5.

My dear so and so is very far away.
The stone in your stomach, there's no way to start the day.
I pray to the waves, and utter my wishes,
I'd rather have spirals and butterfly kisses.
My wings for a morning, to swim in her breeze,
To walk across deserts with similar ease,
I'd surrender my fortune, and burn the last chapter,
Swallow the future and deal with the past after.
Ache is inside me, it burns for her edges,
It lingers,
I long for her lips and her fingers,
Her voice on my skin, the hush of her lullaby
My blood starts to rush and shooting stars multiply.
Bottomless kisses,
I wanna unfold her,
Sleep tangled up with her head on my shoulder,
She holds my breath, I swallow her fire,

The slower she goes, I'll follow her higher,
We navigate each other's lengths, we parachute in waterfall,
We hold ourselves open and restrain ourselves not at all,
I torture myself with runaway intentions,
No sound, no light, time starts to slow down,
The storm washes over me, she takes me apart.
She masters my body, and breaks my heart,
I cover the clocks and try to remember to forget,
To forgive
To forsake
And to forfeit.