I always know exactly what you're thinking. You talk to me
I always know exactly what you're thinking.
You talk to me without saying a word.
We have a language that only we can speak.
You're eyes say let's runaway.
I tell you I'm halfway gone.
Hot sun on my skin, wind through my hair, open road, and a
thousand miles per hour.
Teenage runaways now just old pictures on the walls.
Sand. In my hair.
Hot.On my feet.
Salty water and bubbles of air.
The sky is so fresh.
I lay on my back and look at the soft blue.
It helps me breathe.
You lay beside me.
Your eyes tell me I'm all you can see.
I tell you we're forever free.
And when we lay in the back of your truck, breathless, this is
what I think about.
The little lights flying around the sky.
This is how we fall asleep.
And this is what we dream.