My my you are a sight for sore eyes - a sweet scratch for an itch I need
The colour in a monochrome life, splashed violently for all to see
Back scratches on a Sunday morning, and ‘fingers running through my hair’ coma
My heart is the size of a melon (honey), pheromones ooze from my soma

You are a flower, that i devour, in bloom
My superpower, the seconds hours, with you

My my you are the sun on my face, the stars that sparkle in my eyes,
A wild flower blooming in this wasteland, the seconds hours in this lonely life

When all the oxygen is gone, when all the water vaporates 
I’ll be the one who brings the sun, endless love is our fate

You are a flower, that i devour, in bloom
My superpower, the seconds hours, with you
You are a tower, my superpower, my truth
You’re my sunshower, the seconds hours, with you

Seconds Hours

Aussie Pop Rock for the Disillusioned Middle-Aged Office Worker

Seconds Hours

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