A year and a day, my love.

the turbulent soul makes you a trickster
cycling through old memories mostly from
the bottom of the sea where we first locked eyes

I'll throw you up into the sky
so I can tempt you with my arms

I've drifted, I've sunk
I've overlooked expressions face to face
I've sat in quiet reverie looking for some remedy

escaping me

I've channeled the attack of solitude
By the seeking of greater altitude

cultivating the modern disease

I've come here organic and was made
somewhat robotic. I rebelled to become spiritual, 
feeling naked and vulnerable again.

There's a bridge going back to Atlantis
There's an underground tunnel that gets you to Mars

I've put a lease on this face