I'd like to think you're
somewhere out there too;
lost in a memory
of me and you.
We'd be lost
but it wouldn't matter
because anywhere without
you and I
is an unknown road.
We'd be lost
but would find home
in each other's arms.
We'd be lost,
honey -
I on your eyes
and you on my lips.
We'd be lost
under the sheets,
but we'd trace back
the trails we left
in our salty skin.
We could get lost together...
but somehow
I know
I already lost you.