That may be all I need
in darkness she is all I see
come and rest your bones with me
driving slow on sunday morning
and I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
paint a picture with my hands
back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
change the weather still together when it ends

in darkness she is all I see
come and rest your bones with me
driving slow on sunday morning
and I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
paint a picture with my hands
back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
change the weather still together when it ends

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