cutoff and washed out

off in the distance alone on the shore

protected by shoulders of hardened grey stone

you stand there in silence pristine and unknown

in passion's gold grip I'll swim to your shore

I'll enter your threshold and crash through your door

I'll cherish your shelter massage all the wood

I'll stay here forever for bad and for good

familiar yet foreign i've been here before

i've slept in this bedroom and laid on this floor

surrounded by curtains caressing my soul

then when i see you my heart overflows