The Stream - Weesp

Your moves are whispering

Your skin, shape, trace of your scent

And hesitating you’re looking back

We rock the boat

As the stream grows

So gorgeous you’re shivering

We don’t have to say a word

I know what you’re about to think

I hold your wrist

I read your pulse

And the universe shrinks

The sense of falling wakes our scars

I know you feel like more as I do

Upturning the boat

As the stream grows

And I read your wrist

I can feel under your skin

I won’t leave you here

Where I end and you begin

Let us break through all that we should crawl through

Because if it can die it will die anyway

Stabbed between the ribs under the rain we’ll love that

We’ll rock the boat as the stream goes wild

And if we ever have to regret this night

Let us make it worth the regret

And let the sun catch us so far away

Dead or alive, gone with the stream