Sat beside your secondary reservations, dear,

It isn't so much how or why,

What you're doing here.

Take a bit to notice that my motivation, dear,

Hasn't been a second guess

Away from nearly bottomless.

They never understand,

Because of the sweat in our...

Our move without a plan,

Because of the sweat in our hands.

Still becoming forward with a skip inset, a light sunset,

And peace combined,

Are softer than designing the end of me.

They never understand,

Because of the sweat in our...

Our move without a plan,

Because of the sweat in our hands.

They never understand,

Because of the sweat in our...

Our move without a plan,

Because of the sweat in our hands.