the Passenger

walking down the street looking for something to believe
waiting for the sun to come up and heat my skin
warm touches and shy smiles
your parfum
and it feels so
unattainable


I can picture your eyes kissing my skin
you say my body is warm now
deep breathing

you're falling asleep
but keep huggin' me hard



and I know
no, you won't leave me here alone
leave me here alone


tell me it's not over yet