cydniey - when i get to my happy place

When I Get To My Happy Place Salt air in my lungs, Your skin on my neck, Screech of lazy birds . . . Give me that warm feeling. My pulse slows to A rate I can live with sleep with deal with. My teeth are dry from Smiling so hard and I break free from my clothes And I'm running down The smooth wood planks Then I sink in hot sand, My toes disappear and I am still running. Salt mist on my lips And in my eyes and The water is so cold My soul shrivels up. My pulse is still slowed To a rate I can play with love with laugh with. I free fall into the low waves They carry me out to bliss With salt in my mouth And eyes, nose and blood. Sweet oblivion, the tide. I set my fears free Let go the hate and anger The sea can take it I've no more need of it. My pulse has slowed To a rate I can smile with run with stay with. from "stop poking me lady", available at lulu.com