Our lips seem to find their say, tamed by the time while it flies away. Strapped in blue, our stars boomerang. And the only thing left is to cross tongues as time pulls us again.
The short taste of smoke keeps lingering, I can see you far away laughing, on the peninsula, on the peninsula.
You're still the one that is looking at me, the only one that my eyes can see
Touch me I'm in a dim blue state. and I dearly hope that time still has patience, for the moon pigeons while they wait. Wait for their tongues to cross again.
Your still the one that is looking at me. The only one that my eyes can see. Still the one that is looking at me. The only one that my eyes can see.