Surfer

The heart behind the cock
The Roman nose
The face behind the love
We know what we feel
It’s an ancient urge
The joy inside the girl
It’s like we’re exploding
The petal is closing
The body and the pearl
The body and the pearl
The surfer’s in the curl
The colors in the swirl
My voice is on the phone
The heart behind the drone
The gold is in the blood
Our head is in the drug
I’m a burnout, you’re a rain cloud
You’re a rain cloud
I’m a burnout, you’re a rain cloud
You’re a rain cloud
We are self aware
And this is our reward
I’ve got a flower on my sword
It gives my life meaning
I’m dreaming of the place beyond the door
The place beyond the door
The grace behind the form
A sigh and then a storm