It's casual
Your chest lifts and falls
The beating oars of hearts, now we are the vehicles.
What's yours?
Blurry like a naked map of stars
In your eyes.

It's casual
But we dress it up,
Choirs of marching saints in the long thigh waiting. I knew it all,
But I don't know no one,
Was it just on paper we were taken,
Taken in.
Envy turns the grass green in the spaces between
The shaking and shaken.
We try to shake it off so we dance all night
We were warriors in the
Moonlight.
Was I right? Was I wrong? do we fight fight, fight on?

Envy turns the grass green in the spaces between
The shaking and shaken
Envy turns the grass green in the spaces between
The shaking and shaken
The shaking and shaken.