Finch Diving from seven by Jody Quine

Finch Diving

I smile coyly
I’m hoping you don’t read my mind
I’m wishing you hold me
and leave the game behind.

You try to amuse and confuse me
so I do the same
and I’m holding your breathe
while I’m whispering your name.

I can see right through
what it is you think you’re up to
but I’m trapped in this cage,
coy eyes and sweet smiles
and you can see my way
when I’m in your wake
I can’t help myself.

I’m falling
I’m falling hard.

The smell of your face.
Your blue eyes.
Your sweet embrace.
Your, your lips on mine.

Feel the give and take
of my breath when we love make I can’t help myself
I’m falling.
I’m falling hard.

• Acoustic
• ambient
• electronic
• folktronic
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• Vancouver