Morphing Figures

Morphing figures every night

Tangled fingers inside mine

I love your figure love the light

Let’s never move our eyes

From running up honey hills come January

Maybe this silence is my sanctuary

While I’m out swimming in mud

Get in the puddles are fine

Dadadada

Dadadada

Outwardly feeling outwardly feeling

Outwardly outwardly

Outwardly feeling inner emotion

Mixed up my drink and now It’s too potent