BWISE
Rapture
My head starts its swell,
from its bored conference call
Shes been stuck there for days, upon days
And the Moon sits alone,
with a face cold stoned
she can't sip on her soda on the way
On the way, to her past,
just today that we laughed
as two kids on the bench called us names
with that we ran along,
drippin wet from our cologne
Thought you said just a mi nit hold my hand
and I said Id remember you,
just because it rang from truth
but today, has passed on its way
from its bored conference call
Shes been stuck there for days, upon days
And the Moon sits alone,
with a face cold stoned
she can't sip on her soda on the way
On the way, to her past,
just today that we laughed
as two kids on the bench called us names
with that we ran along,
drippin wet from our cologne
Thought you said just a mi nit hold my hand
and I said Id remember you,
just because it rang from truth
but today, has passed on its way
