Sunsleeper, drift through the haze,
Gold on your lashes, noon in your veins.
City hums far below our slow-motion sky,
We’re weightless, burning, learning to fly.
Let the daylight drown in the pool of your sigh,
I’ll keep the tempo, you keep the high.
When the heatwave breaks and the colours run,
We’ll still be spinning, shadows and sun.