Tripping Lyrics

we watch a star
collapse right on the back of
tumbling waves
your cheek upon my face
we speak these words
afraid of nothing
and the demon heard
but we're not of that culture

and i will be your love, oh sweet
god bless the ones who burned my feet
that i should trip and fall for you
believe i am your lover

when you were six
your dream, i was in it
the one with green
and winding paths to seas
they swallow whole
the beast, the bright they stole
and from the beach
we lie and watch it bleed

and i will be your love, oh sweet
god bless the ones who burned my feet
that i should trip and fall for you
believe i am your lover