All Day Long

Get out, get out, get outta my head. And fall into my arms instead. I don't, I don't, don't know what it is, but I need that one thing. You've got that one thing.

Saying that the wind whispered in my ears and sent a chill to my brain

Would be much too weak.

Speaking of a earth-encompassing super-quality that binds every inkling of identity

Would be too strong.

Happy mediums are possible.

Rarely difficult.

Does it birth a complex, to be complex.

Love and peace.

There are only the things surpassed

And the entity that passes.

And because of this, I am scared

But, not afraid.

Author's Note

Get out, get out, get outta my head. And fall into my arms instead. I don't, I don't, don't know what it is, but I need that one thing. You've got that one thing.