My form falters under the weight of your voice.
You’re all I care to think about and more than I want to know.
Touching you, under an electric blue sky
where the September stars are shinning,
and they said you were just a dream.
Waking means nothing in this forever world,
but I always make it to you on time.
Kissing you, under an electric blue sky.
Hungry with desire, and I’m still chasing you.
Within my grasp, but I’m not sure what I’m running to.
Feeling like I'm missing something; there’s more to you than meets the mind.
Keep feeling like I’m wanting you, but I have too much to hide.
I reach you, your presence opens wide.
Keep telling me that I’m only yours and see two worlds collide.
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"That's right, puppy. Willow's gonna make you bark."