So come this summer I wilt, I am a shadow and I slide over borders like loose leaves on the last of the breeze.
So if yr lying awake, (and noone sleeps in this heat).
I've got this memory of somewhere I swear I've never been. So Im calling it a dream, or something inbetween. Like a fantasy, Just an island shy, when i close my eyes, theres the shore, there's the sky, and there's you.
I guess we're never alone, we speak through satellites and i trip over timezones when ever i get pictures from you.
Is yr view worth the rent? (are you not sleeping again?)
Ive got this memory of someplace I swear we've never been. I'm taking us back, off the map. Like fantasy, just a wifi beach, when I cover my eyes there's the tide, theres the breeze, and there's you.