Can you almost feel the heat?
Tropical, as how the Pacific waves intended.
Can you almost touch my skin?
Static, just like how science intended.
The latitude got nothing
with how much attitude I'm having.
The whole world warned you
about women like me.
But I hope they also told you
about my divinity.
Come back home,
feel the warmth and love again.
Come to me, I'll be your church,
just let yourself be and believe again.
Can you almost ******* mouth?
Starving, as how the government wanted.
Can you almost feel my walls crashing?
Poetic, like how I wrote and wanted it.
The longitude is zero
compared to much I long for you.
Come back to me,
feel at home, until I'm your skin and bones.
Come before me,
be my church, I can pray for us both.
I can pray for us both.
I can pray for us both.
I can pray for us both.