all things break - Island Echo

Midnight time.
Midnight time.
Salt on your lips under neon skies,
Slow waves moving in your eyes.
Barefoot shadows across the shore,
Still feel your touch like before.
Rum and smoke in the midnight heat,
Your skin glowing against me.
One short night turned into gold,
Now your echo won't let go.
Every tide pulls me under, every light brings your thunder.