She has summer written on her face
A smile
A laugh
And heat
...
There's a space in between love and reality
With
Buzzing lights
carousel twirls
...
I dropped fourty cards face up on the floor of my apartment
The universe finally favours me again
Granting divine interception
So I can breathe easier
...
Fragile doubt
Tired beauty
Delicate torture
This is what dreams are made of
...
For a pain so real
In which nobody can understand
The only cure
is to stop thinking about it.
...
You whisper 'goodbye' in my ear
Can't tell if your voice is real
...
Give me space to breathe
Room to move
And a voice to talk
So I can stop sinking deeper into rapture
...