Web
Aaron Mook, Richie Colosimo
I tasted the salt of the sweat
On your summer skin
It made me forget about
The shape I was in
You held me close
Finally a breeze
The sun is low
You held me close
A sigh of relief
The sun is low
You led me home
And got into bed
Tangled again
In this wonderful web
The stars start to show
Wrapped in their cover
The horizon still glows