I already see you in half of my week
So why not make it the whole thing
Forever isn't sweet until you know just what it means
Do you know what it means
I've never been close to a mountain's peak
Or the things I want to speak
I want to speak
I follow the shadows in the indents of your cheeks
And my face stings, my ears ting
I catch two freckles on your finger's hide
Man alive
I catch two freckles on your finger's hide
Man alive
Deep sage green, cute cotton ball toes
They're so well hid
You pummel me, now I'm up against the ropes
Go on, take my rib
I know the lines in your lips
Where they run to, and when they resist
Practice a masterful prose, eeesh I messed it up
Tsk tsk tsk
Pilling of her sweater, pick me off and flick
Pilling of a mountain, she'll hike and I'm stranded
Pilling of her sweater, the coming last stitch
Pilling of a mountain. She'll hike, I insist
I catch the freckle right below her eye
Man alive
I catch the freckle right below her eye
Man alive