Sunset Tastes Like Orange
Bare feet on cool stone
Shirt hanging loose on my chair
Sea salt drying on my shoulders
Warm wind tangled in your hair
Glass sweating on the railing
Thin slice of orange
Slow spin
You laugh about nothing in particular
And all of it feels like a win
[Chorus]
Sunset tastes like orange
On my tongue
On your lips
Sea salt on our fingers
Lazy waves on our hips
If this is all we ever get
If this is all
I’m sure
Sunset tastes like orange
And the world feels soft
Feels pure
[Verse 2]
Boats rocking out in the distance
Tiny bells on the harbor line
Olive pits in a cracked blue bowl
Your head leaning into mine
The sky goes from gold into apricot
Then a deep
Quiet red
You trace circles on the table
I forget what I was gonna say instead
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Time moves sideways here
Not forward
Not back
Just the clink of ice
In a glass gone slack
I breathe you in
I breathe this in
And everything heavy
Dissolves in the wind
[Chorus]
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