Say you're deep like ocean,
wet me like the sea;
but I've been so damn thirsty lately.
Please, talk to me.
A little drip in the desert, Honey;
Soul's chapped and dry.
I don't want to die,
and time ain't on our side.
Just talk to me.
They say love is a current,
a channel changing with the tide;
say that sun and moon's a steady circle
through the lows and highs.
But I don't care what they say, Lover;
you said you were mine,
and,
time ain’t on our side.
Come on, talk to me.
No comments:
Post a Comment