Not in some hurried predictable way,Just all of the moments I hope that you live.
With our kind of opennessWe move along to be the best,
Yes you were sometimes a messand it moved me to love you and give what is good,
The moment the beat dropsshe hits the floorwith a certain glow.
We are not thunder,More like a boat on the sea.
You must be close enough,We often say the same things,After not much speakingin…