The sun sets with the sky still hooked
and regrets are clouding over
the rain hits the desert land
and i am wishing i was holding your hand
i saw you smile like an open door
my invitation for a dance, even a kiss or two
the way you feel in my arms is the way
heaven would feel in your hands
but it's hell on my arm to write about you
each and every night before i fall asleep
and my dreams become your home
the place where you are free to roam
the sounds of sleep are science to my ears
and my eyes are moving to the beats
a disco behind closed eyes and open arms
and dancing to the sound of sirens and fire alarms
and we are entangled like twisted skin sweetheart
on this couch and we can't be torn apart
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