Love: Isn't That A Contact Sport?

by Britt

So you to pretend whistle like no one else could ever whistle, and
You somehow sweep yourself off of your own two slippery feet
How amazing it is, we once imagined we're the lucky two
Didn't we almost have it all, grazing our salty fingertips
Seduction pulled us over in the fast lane, and before we knew it
We've fallen head over heels into the next lunar dimension
Laughing ourselves into a blissful hysteria only we understand

Selfishly selfish, we wrap ourselves in that southern comfort
Sharing the ideas between sweetly mumbled conversations
Funny how the mixtures of our eyes bled so innocently together
And walking backwards is the only thing we've come to truly learn
So if we continue to lean on each other, the other cannot fall
Though we've proven falling to be the tumbling demise of our dreams
Pursue that simple thought as we reach the drifting tides end

Shake off that battered sexual tension you've easily held onto
Isn't it nice how the aroma of the air suddenly shifts now?
Imperfections bouncing back and forth, even the sand became dizzy
Complete your worries with such a passionate desire you're alarmed
Stick your white flag in the craters of the diamond apologies
Release that painful sigh you've been holding onto for so long
There, now isn't that better, the softness can finally surround you