Even as my eyes are heavy, cold weather blankets my thoughts.
Quentin Tarantino movies slip through my mind, engage in my dreams.
I focus on a memory slightly bent on the truth, it’s much more magical in my mind.
The company you gave, the energy of us two.
It’s all different in my eyes, but it’s still the same in the end.
Clouds kept rolling and stars kept burning, and fires kept roaring and our spirits kept soaring past treetops, our imaginations jumped clocks to feel 8 years old again.
Our focus shifted towards newer light, we got more mature in our minds.