I know a girl,
Who surrounds herself with golden skulls,
And dark black curls.
I know a girl,
Who pales from lightning,
She strays from a storm,
Yet makes my ankles weak.

I'm made to love with you, inamorata.
I'm made to fill up your scorched up ocean heart.

We sleep sweet in moonlit air,
Tangled up in sheets, roll back her heat,
And I'll be the better man, in everything I can.
I'm a little worse for wear,
But I'll take her everywhere.

And my skin doesn't speak,
You’re so much more than this ink,
That's just the love I've lost...

We're closer with distance.