It's casual
your chest lifts and falls
the beating oars of hearts,
now we are the vehicles.
what's yours?
blurry like a naked map of stars in your eyes.
It's casual
but we dress it up,
choirs of marching saints
in the long thigh waiting.
I knew it all,
but I don't know no one,
was it just on paper we were taken, taken in.
Envy turns the gra** green in the spaces between the shaking and shaken.
We try to shake it off
so we dance all night
we were warriors in the moonlight.
Am I right?
Was I wrong?
Do we fight, fight, fight, fight on?
Envy turns the gra** green in the spaces between the shaking and shaken
Envy turns the gra** green in the spaces between the shaking and shaken
The shaking and shaken