I’d go to the end of the world for you babe. To the core of this great old rock, high up in the sky, whatever you want me to say. I’ll say it. Our story’s mapped out in the palms of our hands, and when we place them together, the stars align. We’d live in a forest babe, and I promise you we’d only focus on the necessary. There’s nothing like kissing you in the warm rain; I love the way your lips melt. There’s green all around and the echos of endangered birds; so rare to find. We dig dirt and wash our hands in rain. I wash you in the rain. Your body, your wet hair against my fingers. I just can’t get enough. Sweat and rain, salt and warmth, gentle smile. I could have you for all my life, I wouldn’t mind. Silly games, bad jokes, and kisses all the time; I wouldn’t mind. We do it all the time. Mud, red sand, and green everywhere.