Extratone Blog

If you’re syrup I’m the sore throat
If I’m the restless storm you’re the clear sky
if I’m the heart you’re the pumping blood

you feel like a Saturday morning
you’re the good thing to come home to

I see us in colors
if you’re on fire then I’ll be your baby blue
you’re all endless red beneath my eyelids
but we’ll make a pretty sunset

You feel like sunshine to taste in my mouth

the excitement running into my fingertips

I feel like I’m jumping off a plane
without double checking the parachute
but you’ve become a safe place to land