Relax, to relax, do I feel safe, calm, clean and, what to call it when you feel a, relief and done everything need, nothing to stay alert for right, for me means go
Maybe I am, afraid of, of most people in some small ways why I need to talk look at your faces and you hear words that I do not mean It's never what I meant
Sandy feet, toes touched, bonfire warms, smoke in my hair, spice in our kisses. Music in our heads, should I ask what next, I know I can be more patient,
Since everyone in this world learnt about otherworld, town is a scarier place, all the shops are separate and so are the people, new id became obslete,
Well I walked away from the bike my hair blowing around my helmet if I look back at you, will I go on into the leaves and the twigs shuffling around my heavy boots?