Luyện nghe bài hát Shelf Life

I wake up on a mattress, floating in the of a midnight ocean.
voice is suspended in the darkness 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 dress you for awhile,
listening.

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

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

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

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

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

There used to be music, but rain took place.
Thunder into the speakers, and whispered
"May I this dance?", and so it was.
A sound, and show 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 a single flaw,
comfort,
And beauty.

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

We eachother entirely,
The ocean us that opportunity.

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