Met a dancer who was high in a field. From her movement caught my breath on my way home. Couldn't stop that spinning force I felt in me. Everything around seemed to giggle glee.
There isn't much that I feel I'd need. A solid soul and the blood I bleed. But with a little girl, and by my spouse. I only want a proper house. . There isn't much that I feel I'd need.
No more runnin' says my mind. All this movement has just proved your kisses are too fine. All the harmony that I'd seen. Friends I once had turn their thoughts away from me.
Venture my way into the dark where we can sweat. One takes one by the hand. Let them crawl into the logs that dam. Brown jeans, the hue of their path.
I'm getting lost in your curls. I'm drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls. I like your looks when you get mean. I know I shouldn't say so but when you claw me like a cat.