You dive into my skin:
burying through layers...

We sat up on the hill.
Fingers intricately entwined...

Well who really cares about
the personal introspections...

Ideas are ethereal,
hardly even there...

Well they say a man's got
two eyes for looking...

My thoughts turn
to the roads...

Leaf falling away--
no longer with an anchor...

Can you capture and bottle up "insane,"
The forgotten mother of invention...

Well our current situation,
with you waiting night and day...

Your smile graces my mind
Like butterfly kisses...

Hearts twisting alone:
all that we're dying for...

It seems so long
since I've gone away...