Come over, come over
Climb over the mountains of messy linens
Trek nearer to me
Build your camp at the foothills
Of my breasts
Sleep in the moonlight of my eyes
Come over, come over
Wade through the damp days of discussions
Too long in logic
And fill your conscience's canteen
From the reservoir of a melted me
Come over, come over
Extend your hand across the gap of time
And tug me from this crumbling rockface
To a safer summit, shared with you
Beneath brush stroked skies
With bedhead hair, breathing in unison
Come over, come over
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And fill your conscience's canteen From the reservoir of a melted me Love it! !