as i watch you cruisin' down the strand.
your hair gets swept up in the winter air
and i just want to hold your hands.
i know you've dyed too many times
to count on hands and feet,
your technicolor breaking through
leaves me shaking in my seat.
so i made you follow me
we layed between the blades,
as the air was getting colder
and our skin began changing shades.
without the will to make a move
breathing stationary in the grass
you're keeping time according to my heart
while i stare watching the clouds move past.
my footwork symbolizes us,
more than you could ever know.
your peddling is getting faster,
my wheels are struggling through snow.
as soon as you get close to me,
i peddle fast and far away.
my mind is so much quicker than,
i could ever hope to be.
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