Subtle Way Collisions With Frictions
I'll head south
You won't get away with this
I can taste the writing on your tongue
I'll pronounce
Death upon these lips
We're not quite there yet
Huddle close
We'll search the sea for warmth
We're losing friction fast
Hands slip to reach the mast
We're bullet proof
But we can't stay on board
We fear something
More than danger
We could weigh the pages down
With the weight of the ocean waves
We could take the longer route
And take out hearts to higher ground
And we spew fire from our tongues
Metal from our lungs
Love from our songs
Fights form our wrongs
And i have felt the frost above your lungs
I have kissed the writing on your tongue and it tastes
like the salt below the waves
You left me with scars that had no right to wounds
And the anchor is all that guards your deck
Your sails are burning to keep you warm
Live and let live but dare not forget
The waves have warned you
They'll do their worst
But can they teach you to hang
On to every last hinge
Stare deep into the gray
The oceans only inch
You sink with every wave
yet you do not betray
The magnets on the gauge
The imprints on the page
(And I can tell you want to be closer
I can tell)
And we spew fire from our tongues
Metal from our lungs
Love from our songs
Fights form our wrongs
And i have felt the frost above your lungs
I have kissed the writing on your tongue and it tastes
like the salt below the waves
You left me with scars that had no right to wounds
