You've been sailing awake for too long now
Prisoner to poetry as it pierces through the present
And seeps through their vast ocean of secrets
Put away the stiff trust they left, and wear the soft smile he longs to see
My natural instinct is to doubt, but something in the way he says those words
Has tomorrow sounding better than his velvet voice that carries me
Soon our universe for two will find us
And we wont need smiling pictures of yesterday,
Because we have today.
