Luyện nghe bài hát Shelf Life

I wake up on a mattress, floating in the middle of a ocean.
Your voice is suspended in the of the air above me.
me, but not out of reach.

If I breath in the new air enough,
I can your closeness,
intentions.

I beside you for awhile,
listening.

There was a comforting certainty that resides in tongue.
I follow voice up onto your sailboat.
like ideas, like boats of reason.
Tiny where our faces are revealed.

If I touch face, I fear the world will fall apart.
I fear the ocean will drain a tiny bathtub,
And I will be alone, and on the ground.

I you anyway,
The told me to,
But it was your glance that told me to you.
over reason,
I to change the season.

It make so much sense if it wasn't right,
Lightning lie.

I thought the wave were this dance,
But now I maybe we are the waves.

There used to be music, but rain took place.
stepped into the speakers, and whispered
"May I this dance?", and so it was.
A sound, and light created by nature,
for this moment in time,
For these beans on mattress slash sailboat.

Sometimes the world will you out,
If it's for the of discovery.
Do not discover a flaw,
comfort,
And beauty.

Conversation runs as as hands on skin,
As tips on faces.
Every curve, goose-bump.

We eachother entirely,
The ocean granted us opportunity.

The question left is;
Do you what you've discovered,
And for how