Velvet wine in your skin, your dream. When Love falls down the sky, Then you’ll know I’ll be gone by the midnight stream. Truth is, I don’t have to lie.
When I dive into your coy soul, I see an ocean of tears. Sorry, that’s how I roll, Ask the Sky, it knew for years.
Somewhere in our little garden, I see two young souls climbing a tree, Now I ask you to accept my pardon, It is bigger than your apple and like an emerald in your tea.
Writing your name in the Sand, Eight years colored in joy. Before hate was at hand, After my spirit was played like a toy.
Dancing and scattered with sprinkles of gold A fire in fall. We are drinking our ice tea. Almost a decade to hold- On to, stopped before leaves fell from the tree.
Frying fingers left in pain I didn’t mean to touch them, I know the Sun said no more rain, But I didn’t listen in vain, And now your heart is no more a gem.
The thorns of your rose are displayed. Finger on me when they were yours. And thus the price was payed. We’ll meet again at the Salmon Shores.