the lateness of the hour

Cupboard full of thrift store kitchenware
My dreams only come true when you're there
We could move to London or Saint Petersburg
I'd go anywhere with you except the icebergs
Let's set up shop in Lemuria
They won't have to worry about the exterior

My head is full of empty space
There is nothing good left inside
Maybe you could take the negative
And erase

If one day you're not feeling tropicana about the whole thing
That's okay just go and say
I won't go insane
But could you maybe just for today
Please let me stay



Credits
Writer(s): Hunter Hart
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