It's excruciating. I know you need to know where we stand. Is there harm in waiting?. Is this my only chance to take your hand?. . I'm torn in two by what I should or should not do.
I wrote this song today. Pool side at Flamingo Bay. Underneath the coconut trees. . This sun-baked symphony. A little ditty with a melody. Drifted to me on a summer breeze.