Drunk on a little sunshine.
Smoked on a bit of burned heat.
She looks at the stars in the day light.
Turned them to a magic beam.
I can see her dancing in a spotlight.
She keeps on twisting her hips.
The beat of her heart is loud.
Music is in the wind.
Every breath that I take in this time.
Feels like I’m waking up from a dream.
Head is heavy from last night.
But brain is making it’s way to the scene.
Caught up at this moment so hard.
I can never talk about my feelings.
So, I keep on looking at one lie.
Who’s dancing on the rhythm of her heart beat.






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