my mouth is dry like the end of the desert i have just reached
ice cream coloured stars on the horizon
i think of you, tucked in bed far away, of your tender touch on my back. out here i hear the wind, but not what it has to say to me.
across the desert lands lies something deadly. travelling gave me a rush, from the seven continents on earth there still wasn't a view that took me away like this one. the dangerous horizon, the stars leaking colour into one another, that mixtures of sparks and passion.
ice cream coloured stars on the horizon
i think of you, tucked in bed far away, of your tender touch on my back. out here i hear the wind, but not what it has to say to me.
across the desert lands lies something deadly. travelling gave me a rush, from the seven continents on earth there still wasn't a view that took me away like this one. the dangerous horizon, the stars leaking colour into one another, that mixtures of sparks and passion.
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