THE SMELL OF INCENSE

Ah oh Yeah ah,
You are printed on my skin,
The smell of incense still burnin’,
This is where it started.
I wish I could replace the feeling,
Nothing here in this old room,
It’s long gone now,
Along with you.

We used to get high,
and dance around the moon,
try and beat the night,
speaking around the truth.
We could stay up,
high all night.
When we meet up,
We don’t want the sun too follow us,
too follow us.

Speak your name loud n clear.
I know where you’re at,
I’ll come find you when the coast is clear.
You can see that you’ve missed me so bad,
run for the hills and we’ll go,
down to Mexico.
You’ll never want to say hello,
To the life you had.

Oh I want to see you so bad,
Yeah its driving me mad.
I gotta get you back here,
So you can see that I fear,
That I will never have you near,
That I would never have you near.

We used to get high,
and dance around the moon,
try and beat the night,
speaking around the truth.
We could stay up,
high all night.
When we meet up,
We don’t want the sun too follow us,
too follow us,
too follow us.

High all night.
When we meet up,
We don’t want the sun too follow us.

~ By Aimee Jacobs