Beach House, “Lover Of Mine”

photo by Jason Nocito

You hear my cry
Lover of mine
No tear in the eye
Or fear in my mind
The forest is thick
And we don’t recognize
We parted our lips
And reached from inside

In a wide open field
We know we can feel
Awake and unreal
Off to nowhere

Need more people
To be satisfied
With no fear of a God
And a prayer for the night
You come into our minds
And rush through our lives
We parted our lips
And reached from inside
The only thing you’ve got
You know
You’re better off without it

Youngest fire
You decide
You decide
What is right
Youngest fire
Who decides
We decide
What is right
Near yet so far
Isn’t it