Two Years

Near high-tided monsoon two lovers Fall headfirst right into each other 'Fore big winded the fall did blow Overwinter they stood like sword and stone Hard lovin' on high rise spillover Swearing love under smog dance and hover City limits would bar no holds but To green forests our souls would call us home I had waited a long time for someone Who could tell between truth and a fiction Fate uncertain now, all but sure Two years for it and that's us coming home Two more years and all our fears And all our tears We'll bury in the ground with our phones and our careers