The house feels like sandpaper
The weather tastes like skin
Like you
With these two silver dimes
I'm gonna dive and find love
I'll buy luck
Fly with you
Here I'm
Out of range
Take me back
To where time was nothing for us
It slipped away
Hold my thoughts
While I hover over
What once was
I'll hang my shoes
Barefoot I'll cruise this memory
We'll be out
Of view