One Metaphor

All your myths left to weather

I’ve never held you from a distance

Want to dry like salt on your clothes, so I get stuck on

All your myths left to weather once more

Never wanna misjudge you, I won’t

Never wanna know everything about you

I don’t, I won’t

Never wanna mislead you out there

So I keep some things unsaid

I hope it shows

This time, as one

This time, as one

This time, as one

This time, as one