Touch and Go
ABRA MOORE, ABRA J. MOORE
You're traveling through my head again
I pull you out every once in a while
Just to look at you
To lay with you
To remember how it used to be
Burning streetlights, setting our hearts on fire
Tipping the bottle, leaving our heads spinning
Clinging tight now under the noonday sun
You won't let me go free
Every once in a while
Weaving a lover in the palm of my hand
Running that river, making my head go round
Dripping teardrops fallin' from the sky
Keeping the tides easy
Every once in a while
Touch and go
Like a wet fish dripping from my fingertips
You move me