pull up the blinds open the door and wide
feel the cold arrive in my bones.
put on my face I'll wear your dress tonight
feel like you tonight on that day
falling lemon moon
you burn then crash in dirty snow
ode to sin I might as well melt into Sunday
remember the time we stood there by the lake
watching boats and planes great white clouds
I smelt the sweat I felt the sun again
dreams on your skin on my tongue