Late night stories
Running naked, cutting through the breeze
Kissing your eyes
Walking onto our friends
Catching stars and seas
Presses up to me
Whispers: Take me
Soft skinned covered shells
And the taste of bells
To the atmos-greet
I know
I know
Move on
Move on
Now it’s time to move on
Move on
Now it’s time to move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Fair chilled chocolates
Sides of them are kissing through the clouds
Looking as you sleep
And gently on the side
Start to fade away
Leaving paper trails
Don’t forget me, love
Thanks to first and last
I’m always in the past
Run from what can hide
I know, I know
Move on
Now it’s time to move on
Move on
Now it’s time to move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on