Incoherently, my thoughts
Shoot out in space --
Your finger tips drip,
Gently swaying my taste.
Without connection I say,
"I'm not really thinking.
There's nothing but --
Superficial remedies
That ease the coming tides.
O, don't say anything
Because I already love you,
my sweetest girl."
Shoot out in space --
Your finger tips drip,
Gently swaying my taste.
Without connection I say,
"I'm not really thinking.
There's nothing but --
Superficial remedies
That ease the coming tides.
O, don't say anything
Because I already love you,
my sweetest girl."