East coast sunrise Smoke-speckled eyes The changing of the tides wash out my clouded mind Burning daylight, like the skin on your thighs, Melting my mind Melting my resolve Until I'm all empty Yeah, you're right I never really got the hang of you I've memorized the back you turn into When you run against the shore Midday morning sunbeams crawl along the carpet Our murky shadows are breathing eachother's air Twisting waves of downtime, blonde-ish melancholy Is carried over from Sunday's afternoon Yeah, you're right, I never really got the hang of you I memorized the back you've turned into Oh, I'm mesmerized by the way you run No Running past in slow-mo I don't want you to go Taking mental photos I don't want to know When we have to go home I just want to stay here Stop time for the next year I can't let go