The scent of him lingers in the air
As I drift through this watery wasteland
No sail on this plank I float on
No tied to pull me to the sandy shore
But I can still taste the saltiness of him cheek on my lips
I feel him pull me in for a warm embrace
My raft, water roten is sinking slowly
As the sundowns so dose my heart
Drifting down to the bottom of the sea
But as I look up I can see his face
I can taste his lips, and I can feel him in my arms
Last breath fills my lungs with water, and all turns dark
