Six Foot Blonde - Golden

Hands of silk, eyes like the sea
Their face in the moon, echoing
How the shine of their golden things
Hold me down, haunt me
Fingers of sand, eyes, the ocean
Soul, the sun, her body, a potion
To convince myself, my dear
I'm the same as her
Baby have you lately
Thought of her like me
The wind is in her hair now
It's haunting me
I've seen a few things
It's been a few months
I'm still living in the boat
They flipped over and sunk
And it's emerald and precious and covered in rust
Oh it's a funny thing love, the concept of trust
Baby have you lately
Thought of her like me
The wind is in her hair now
It's haunting me

Written by:
Julia Rusyniak

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