2209 NW Riding This Storm

On hardwood floors our bodies float in synchrony
We break the bed
And burn ourselves in third degree

On soft mornings I brew you tea and leave you be
Our needs are fed
Our home's a vessel sailing on the sea

We're riding this storm
When you're afraid you always have my hands to hold
You expect me to battle the waves of fears
With my fists and stones
The why'm I here alone
And you're on your own

My life raft's taut, its dwindling logs sing elegies
Your compass turns
It points back to where you'd learned to be free

We're riding this storm
When you're afraid you always had my hands to hold
You expected me to battle your waves of fears
With my fists and stones
Then why're we all alone
And you go on your own
Riding this storm

Time after time I play you songs on your guitar
We pour the nights into a glass of wine
I am yours, you mine



Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Aydemir
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