Wasted Daylight - Stars

Heat is a heavy head

Keeps me in my bed

Push aside the pillow

The whole room just turned yellow

Three in the afternoon

We still haven’t moved

Siren sighs echo

A pulse through our window

I don’t mind, I don’t mind

This wasted, shaded daylight

I don’t mind, I don’t mind

This wasted, shaded daylight

Pull in the body to twist

The thighs, the heels, the hips

Constellation markings

Across your body, drawings

Telephone rings

But we’ll just let it sing

Hide out till tomorrow

I crawl into your shadow

In the way your hand hits the wave

In between the dreamer and the breath

Long beside the bitter of the skin

Today won’t know when to begin