Luyện nghe bài hát Shelf Life

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

If I in the new air hard enough,
I can taste closeness,
intentions.

I beside you for awhile,
listening.

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

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

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

It wouldn't make so sense if it wasn't right,
doesn't lie.

I thought the were creating this dance,
But now I think we are the waves.

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

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

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

We know entirely,
The ocean us that opportunity.

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