[ Featuring Ana Franco ]
Apart we stood
Like we thought we should
We watched the planes fly by
Words like tiny crimes
We ran from rain
We f*cked the pain away
I admired the mud stains
On your polished nails
Now we lay
The way you smile
When we ride our bikes
Searching for loose tiles
Swaying from side to side
The little sin
Of your hand on my skin
Of your eyes seeking mine
Of feeling bright not blind
Now we lay
With little shame
