For My Husband (Post #100!!)

Come On, Get Higher by Matt Nathanson

I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in

If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Fath and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard

I miss the sound of your voice
Loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said.

If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe, I'd make you forget.

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard and drown me in love.

I miss the pull of your heart.
I taset the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils
And God, when you come on, hold on, hold on, hold on.