@teixash's Review of Dave's Coffee - Providence, Rhode Island

That someday it would lead me back to you That may be all I need Darkness she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me Diving slow on Sunday morning And I never want to leave Fingers trace your every outline, oh yeah, yeah. Paint a picture with my hands, oh. And back and forth we sway like branches in a storm. Change of weather still to you.