Tourists

Summer days Heavy air Run my fingers Through your hair Play me, play me Impale me on your lashes As I sing Softly do we make our chorus Who are they but golden tourists? Passing through our summers Shadows crowning in their wake Before they softly make their daily chorus Then are we those golden tourists? Passing through their summers Crowning shadows in our wake Aching days Wishing nights Feel your sweat In neon lights Hold me, hold me Lull me, lull me closer To you Take my hand Don't ask why Can we fall for just one night? Take me in Let me breathe you Then let me leave you When it's light Stolen time Spinning room Wasted touch Forgotten whose Hush me, hush me Crush me, crush me in your palm Once more We are lost Don't know why You keep falling for this lie I won't love you And you won't try to But I can't seem to Say goodbye Softly do we make our chorus Who are they but golden tourists? Passing through our summers Shadows crowning in their wake Before they softly make their daily chorus Then are we those golden tourists? Passing through their summers Crowning shadows in our wake