Make believe and you want this night.
Basement sounds flashing in your eyes,
Chemicals burning but we're in a bottle
Safe until the mediterranean knock.
The hello, the shamefaced hello.
Seasonal yearning for a teasing infant.
Sure as my back is turned you picture a babys face,
The burning sun, a cool sea breeze.
I'm a plate you smash now you've come of age.
To prove yourself, you gave me no choice
Pin me down. Ignore my protests.
Never stop, like you always did.