I'll put a name on this when I have one.

 

The city runs through your veins.

Like lights cruising a highway

That connects our hearts.

I see your heart yearn for the noise

That calms its erratic breathing.

Just like the sounds of crickets under the stars

Calms the noise in this head of mine. 

We meet in the middle of the street.

The threat of being run over

So very prevalent.

But we are reckless,

Reckless in our love.

So who cares if you live halfway across the country,

When I see you walking the highway 

Towards me - When 

You see me abandon my inhibitions 

And want to drown in your waters,

Choke on our sins.

We are reckless.

And that's alright,

Because we are young,

Young and wild,

Yearning to be free.

So the city runs through your veins,

And the fields through mine.

I grow the grapes, and you drink the wine.

I look at the stars above, you look at them below.

But I am still yours and you are still mine.