Caffeine and lack of real sleep ask me if i'm afraid to speak cause my words make heat. which streets the one we meet at? can't keep my feet to the beat of yours read me from a map of the town
and i'll lay my head down.
we stop and wait for the light to change us talk more and compensate for my silence hands wrapped in hands we're ready we got the town map handy inside our heads.
and i'll lay my head down. meet me at the pretty lights time of day when the pretty lights give me a pretty face baby stay with me until we can't see- no more we glowed hard now we're dark for sure take hold of my arm at the elbow
and i'll lay my head down. More from Laura Stevenson