Taste Tomorrow

Mild High Club

I'm missing your lips
As the ivory drifts
And ebony whispers baby
You and I are gonna taste tomorrow
And somedays it can seem so far away
From the world that we're (noticing)
And in our moment of bliss
The godly exists
And everything's lifted
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