Bruisebump Saloon from saline ships by pink tower

I wanna see your crescent moon smile,
taste your biscuit white teeth.
I wanna drink the water from your eyes,
dry out all the sadness beneath.

I wanna feel your warm hands upon me,
hear your breathing so sweet.
I wanna close this big door behind us,
curl up like a cat at your feet.

But you went so far away, love.
There's no map that could bring me to you.
I'll wait here and maybe you'll find me.
I'm passed out at the Bruisebump Saloon.

I wanna see you walk in like a champion,
holding some ruby red wine.
Wrap your arms like a rope 'round my waist, love.
Tell me that you are still mine.

You've been gone such a long time, dear.
The nights are like seasons gone by.
I'm here just draining these bottles.
These liquids allow me to cry.

I said I can wait on the honey,
if you can wait on the gold.
Hope to dig our toes in the soil,
stand beside you and ever grow old.

• Experimental
• lower case
• silent film
• stormy weather
• wildcard
• United States