Story behind the song
great production
Lyrics
gracefully expanding
to meet me
wishing to be free
im riding down...
(your rivets...)
you taste like
cold wet metal
on my tongue
yea you taste like
cold wet metal
on my tongue
tell me
the lies i would have you
and all your commitments
fires and hailstorms
riding with all my
intentions
you taste like
cold wet metal
on my tongue
yea you taste like
cold wet metal
on my tongue
you expand
you contract
leave me happy
in the end
your taste...
rides with me for hours
following senses
