I travel in eastern directions
I rise with the morning light
She bathes in her own perfection
I drown in her surface light
She moves towards conversation
I swallow my tongue
We indulge in each others reflection
It's a strain but it's always aching arms
Aching hearts
We travel in eastern directions
I swallow my tongue
We indulge in each others reflection
It's a strain but it's always aching arms
Aching hearts
Feels like a paradise to me.