Without weight we disappear
all we touch floats away
Don’t know how we landed here
but I’d really like to stay
Sometimes the air just feels right
like Colorado in the morn
The miracles of first life
gonna wrap myself in textures and head out in the storm
Beads of sweat on your chest
Like a carnival to me
Move my fingers down your spine
feel that tension ease
Sometimes the air just feels right
And that rush comes on strong
The miracles of first life
gonna wrap myself in textures
gonna wrap myself in textures
Something about the sunshine
and the ocean on my skin
Don’t know where they’ve been hiding
gonna roll down my windows and let the textures in
December Friend 