Nevermind what happens after the sweet taste of your kiss on that midnight street. We were born with our eyes wide open and slip into the darkness to find wild hope. The indention of our beating hearts on bound chests grow closer with synchronized drumming. And for that moment, we are free from the sound of the light and the smell of the dew. Tonight you are in the water that I drink and in the streets that I roam. Tomorrow I will see with my eyes wide open and I will slip into the darkness to look for wild hope.
First and Ninth 