Fresh Out of The Bus

under the night we can sway
and let the feelings implode in our veins
forgotten who we are
dance in a world where two of us can store
the walk
the thought
the morning when you're gone and your flavour's on the pillow
the fight
a lie
two hearts that met the chance
to be open to the game of trust
light these colours
a bloom above the rest
your desires are near to confess
that the foundings of the earth
lying in the core are just places in your head
where we can share
the walk
the thought
the morning when you're gone still your flavour's on a pillow
the fight
a lie
two hearts that met the chance
to be open to this game