Parachutes

Our fresh hands found their way
Speaking words your people say
When they try to describe
The taste of a mouth with the dream inside
We drifted off behind our eyelids chasing
Bloodstreams racing
All in time keeps the brain alive
While our minds are waiting to arrive...

I dreamed you were a parachute
I had to cut you loose
(i left you there regrettably)
You let me down gracefully
I left you hanging on for me
Making a circus of thе tops of trees
When all you need
Is the good kind help of a passing breezе
To lift you up and set you free