time travel in the land of lost lovers
bones to dig up and mountains to fall off of. ill build you a plane and fly you to space. fall asleep in a hammock high in a tree. move out to the desert and catch rabbits in bags. my name will be boris your name natasha, well praise the lord jesus and start speaking in tongues. well hide with the penguins, wearing rented tuxedos, on some ice in antarctica. well live in the circus as two trapeze artists. and we fall to the ground and roll in the grass and think back to that time when we both looked away.