Eita

If i'm not too late, i'll dance with you, forget what they say, caress you with my whispers, melt you lemon blue, your red and yellow ribbons, beneath fallen archways, you being true, will rue any pain, unlike your little sister, who spies our secret venues, tells your Ma i kissed her, flowers by a winter gate, you hate dull virtue, in lives of great space, please don't hesitate, come with me soon, fly over the shipping lanes, I'll calm the rumours.