Please leave all shoes at the door and feel the love just once more
Windy day throws you off your feet and into a bitter life of remorse
Not realising the importance of the flying into wine glasses saving your life for sure
Crying while I sleep and I'm oblivious to your pure grief
Finally the gust that breaks your trust causes the oak to fell
Calling out for help as the asbestos breaks your bones and leaves you on the ground
This may seem like the end of our life but it is only material things we care about
All that matters is we have each other standing our ground
You can stay at my house only if I can stay in your mind for as long as we exist and
then die at the end of our time
Worshipping each other's animated lives as we recover from the backwards misadventures
that our outcast childhood selves could not let slide
February was the start of our time but now the crocodile has begun his crime
I was on a train travelling to Seefeld in Austria and had nothing but the Alps to look over from the windows. This was a perfect compliment to the environment I was in Robert A Johnson