i’ve been here before, i’ve been down this road; i’ve been floating cross the shore — travelling down the moonlit causeways; let my hand drift through the torres.

seen the city lights reflecting orange glows, passing under arching bridges, ’magining coarse and parchment kisses, feeling heartbeats ebb from b’low.

darling; i dont have to go, i dont really have to go — and you dont have to know how i really feel about how you choked my soul.

i’ll just pretend that we never had a single thing and we were silly pawns in silly games of chivalry and little dreams of birds and bees — and words like please —can we do that again?