Lynlake

Walk through the streets We’re lacking caution Dance through leaves Don’t want it any other way Now we see Lynlake in autumn Coffee stained teeth There’s nothing that we need And I am fine with fewer words We pass the time in trees and dirt Well lately I’m distracted by your view I am fine with bruise or burn Your eyes alight on me in turn Still, lately I am lost inside your view I can’t see you any other way Start Feet first, then sway till it suits you I’ll fall each day to your movement How we enjoy the view Fell through the fiery Nights of August Covered by trees I feel the keeling in the sway Now I know you in the rhythm The bouncing of feet There’s nothing that I need And I am fine with bruise or burn We’ll pass the time in trees and dirt Still lately I am lost in sight of you I can’t see you any other way Start Feet first, then sway till it suits you I’ll fall each day to your movement How we enjoy the view