My mouth is too dry without your tongue in it,
My vision awry before you summon it,
My memory is fired by the thought of you,
My dreams are inspired by the things we do.
The seat of your car is the bed we use,
The arranging of parts is the daily news,
The rise of your mouth takes my breath away,
The north and the south feel its warmth all day.
And all of that time I could feed about you,
And each drop of blood I would bleed about you,
And when we’re apart I am lost to the world,
And when it restarts there’s a cost to incur.
If only the nation could behold what we’ve seen,
If all of its patients could go where we’ve been,
If only the sun and the moon were to stay,
If only they knew what remained.
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