Gold Jacket, Green Jacket

Gold Jacket, Green Jacket - Iwrestledabearonce

Weeks are just numbers

And numbers are nothing

More then crushing stars

Reveal my disposition

As I hit the floor

This distance won't label us

Mask imprints left behind

By fortunetellers

Our vital bed lay grounded

You will never label us

Provocateur of turquoise ballets

Pedestal to adulation

Lucent skies from your

Eyes bleed gorgeousness

Take my hand

We'll always be joined at the

Skin I give you my word

My love some words of comfort here

I am the one fearing open parachutes

But if you jump I'm coming right after you

Tonight we dine on each other

Tonight we dine on each other's sound

Tonight it will always be in our hands

If life tends to keep us apart

I'll cradle myself into you

I'll cradle myself into you

I'll cradle myself into you

I'll cradle myself

I'll cradle myself into you