Its twelve o'clock and I'm alone in my bed
Thoughts of you rickashay through my head
Ahead of me a long night alone
Phone in my hand listenting to the dial tone
Minutes crawl by and i close my eyes
On my windosill lands a firefly
She radiates, Shes calling me
"ready for a midnight ride just you and me"
...[She rode me to a meadow to flow
To the rhythem were the wild things grow
Now i know that i can't let go...
Because i got to row into tommrow]...
Well the night is young, poetry on the tip of my toungue
I slip out to...slip into you...i'll plungue
Pressed against the warmth of your skin
Into me you'll permeate waves within:
A summers breeze to wash me to your shore
Todat only had 24, you make me want more
I was stranded and thristy untill i found
A poem in a bottle and i drank you down