Letters from the Lunar Outpost

An angry man opens his mouth and shuts his eyes.
- Cato the Elder, Roman Patriot and Statesman (B.C. 234-149)

Under the cloak of nightfall
Up on the top of the hill
You showed me to your sacred spot
I’ll never get my fill

My heart is yours to swallow
Your heart is mine to steal
I never could deny my heart
It’s just the way I feel

I’ll probably burn
I’ll probably burn
I’ll probably burn
I wanna burn inside your soft warm glow ‘cause you’re the one I
yearn to know
If I could live for one more day I’d die to know you in every way
So smother me inside your chest and know that in peace I will rest
I’ll drown inside your deep brown eyes, it’s such a lovely way to die

Our plans are made in secret
Our hearts in conspiracy
If they could read my thoughts right now
They’d hang me from a tree

My heart is yours to play with
Your heart is mine to steal
I never could deny my heart
It’s just the way I feel

I’ll probably burn . . .

I wanna burn inside your soft warm glow . . .

Burn inside your soft warm glow . . .

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