Chris Michaud - Palms Lyrics

Cozumel calling, and I'll call home
The bottom of a shot glass
Tequila sundown

Lines in my hand
Sway this way and that
Fronds of the palms
You take your leave
But not of all of me

Down in the blue water
You're swimming in the sea
And it's clear to all to see
That I might be on your mind

Another night in separation
Detach from the action
And all the celebration
Slip away, and aim to reconnect
Interlocking fingers, palm to palm
Can I call this off

Lines in the sand
This silence is heavy
But it's understood
And worrying about it
Won't do me any good
You've taken your leave
But not of all of me

Down in the blue water
You're swimming in the sea
Is there still space for me
To be on your mind tonight

Or will you forget about us
Will you forget about all of this
The Mexican sun descends
This jubilance soon to end
And you will return
You will

I squeeze the lime
And lick the salt
From the back of my hand
Oh, what a mess
I find myself immersed in

Deep blue water
Another shot deeper
Into the ocean
Into another endless drift dive

Oh, this bottle
Emptied out on the floor
My head in my hands
While you are whisked away
On the shifting sands
Thousands and thousands of miles away
From where I wish you were right now

Down, down in the blue water
I'm swimming in your sea
Oh, could there be any space left for me

Down in the blue ocean
Overcome with the waves of emotion
This feeling is heavy
This feeling is real
So I ask you
How do you feel

Palm to palm
I wish it all could be
But it's all a dream
It's all a dream

Palm to palm
I reach out to you
Oh, I wanna reach out to you