I need the fresh ocean waters to soothe me
I need the sweetness of berries to warm me
I need the light summer sunbeams to fill me
I need embraces of loved ones to heal me

Because the heat of your hands lingers onto my skin
like the black ink engraved on your arm,
but the truth that you're elsewhere's like cold looming winds
hitting intimate spots like sharp darts

And I knew it as soon as they met mine
the taste of your lips told goodbyes
How lucky I was when the next time
other stories were told by your eyes

I need the fresh ocean waters to soothe me
I need the sweetness of berries to warm me
I need the light summer sunbeams to fill me
I need embraces of loved ones to heal me