If you're pencil, I'm paper;
we're height marked on a wall.
I'll be five foot seven
when you're six feet tall.

Here's a bad place to stay,
it reeks of years of our sweat.
Let me take you away
to smoke foreign cigarettes.

If you're tide, then I'm beach.
You are water, I'm land.
We can travel the coasts,
wet our feet and kick sand.

Moon reflecting the sun
and to earth the lights fall.
The night as we know it,
not so dark afterall.