By the sea you read my palm,
But by the moon on my thumb
And the stars up above
I see my future without a line,
In the warm obsidian of your eyes.
You make the hours timeless,
The scent of your skin
Is the warmth of a home
Lining my heart with soothing bliss,
I want to live inside your kiss.
There\'s nowhere I would rather be
Than in the soft dark world
Of your passenger seat;
Your symbol of Aphrodite shines,
Now I pray to her that you\'ll be mine.