Shaping up to what I should be

We run the night
In simplistic ways
Turn on the radio
Hoping for the correct sounds
We come alive
Hand in hand
and mesmerized
Shaping up to what we should be
Shaping up to what I could be
My hand upon your back
Always creates those feelings
Because
We run the night
Roaming the night
A smile upon your perfect mouth


-bw