Tour Mate Sex Dream

A tour mate sex dream, haha
You know what I mean, I ought to know
When each thought that you think has to rise to the surface
Has to push through the skin, just crystallizing
My compass facing you, I unfold to the sky
Feel a disjointed prayer rise

“You can take a girl out of the city
You can make some concrete home to a lily
Take a seat, skyscraper, or you'll meet your maker
In the heat of a moment you’ll much regret later”

A tour mate sex dream, haha
You know what I mean, I ought to know
My roots long to grow deep so toward you
They reach, chestwardly extended
Heavy-handed, awkwardly, an apology
The sharing of a dream deflected