denmark

hey there, baby, have you got a light?, i'm not smoking, but i'm afraid i might, have fallen down a dark carpal tunnel and landed in your kiss, and in the water from your big, brown eyes, i swam away from a quarter life crisis, you told me horror stories in room 426, of wooden boys falling for girls made out of matchsticks, i shoulda strapped you to me with padlocks and glue, so i could spend the rest of my life wearing nothing but socks and you, we got a lot of maybes to muddle through, but my emotional rabies are fixed on crashing through to you, though governments and distance stand between us, well be fine, cuz i'm gonna tear this world apart, baby, until you're mine, never knew much about magic, but i think i finally found a teacher, never meant to find my soul, but i got lost along the way, never lived with you, but i know i cant live without you, never know if ever i'll see you again, so i hold tight and pray, you'll be an artist, i'll be your hands, well go the farthest from our lives we can, i'll swim the ocean, whisk you away, til were in denmark, you'll hear me say,