Lying in the bedroom
We look at eachother and we see the future hiding in our eyes, piercing through the smoke-filled air.
Kiss me before I die.
It’s you or I.
It leaves me breathless.
Your shoulders bare.
Lit like a child’s moon.
Humming softly on this grey afternoon.
And your hair, tousled and blonde,
Searching in a wandering dawn.
Let me have your gun, babe.
I’ll take it away
And you won’t see me runnin’ at the end of the day.
I’ll come for you when the sun fades into night.
And you and I will dance tomorrow in country lights.
Take a breath and hold it tight.