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

I beside you for awhile,
listening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We know entirely,
The ocean granted us opportunity.

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