Brown and sticky bubbles spoon the way I love you.
And this is the way it is you see forever and ever
we twist into a single sun rise;
to be near to you and hear the birds sing
I will never and never forever
with every intervention a love song
lets just fuck and see what gets born
so come on pretty lover make your love to me
come on pretty lover lets just wait and see
as some day my pain, will fuck you clean

And In the morning I call you, sitting all alone – you hang up the phone
And silence my game, swing while you scream
The world is blue as the story comes to rise up
What might have been; Don’t bother me
If it were a little salt the wound would begin to heal
Staring at the sea all around and who the hell am I
Some day my pain will no longer bother me as what might have been will never be

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