Astral Travel

Mon, 03/13/2017 - 01:48 -- Bias

Her words can hold rhythm with the way your heart beats
Her mouth spews promises
I wish she could keep
Theres whole galaxies in her head
But she's afraid to leave the earth
They say God is in the cosmos
We are gonna see heaven first
Her hips move with a rhythmic voodoo
Look who you turned me into
We used to fight
To the movement of the tides
Let the moon control our emotions
All I ask for is time
Hide our pride in the oceans
Tell me we are part of God's design
The stars would stay out past dawn
And you still curse the sky
Don't tell me to move on
Its not like I didnt try

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