This tension intoxicates me and It's late, you win
I'll drop my sails and let the wind take you in
But understand I am a moving island floating in the sea
Like I can only savor you from afar
And we can never be in the same space for the way things are
I don't have soul for flare
But I'm over here and you're over there
It's not the smell of instant gratification in this place
It lingers just above
Dare I say it to be what I'm thinking of
A place where lovers go to sell bits of their soul
Thank God we met in this Godless alcove
Like my sails have me lost at sea
As I see you, it's surprising you see me
Another island in the distance as the worried blues meet the golden sand
Alas, I found land
