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❝You put the clouds aside
Illuminate the sky
Through every dark and hazy night you are my guide
For every town we find we'll paint a new skyline
We will always wake up in a different place and time
As we begin descending faster than illumination
You hold me steady, yeah, you show no fear or limitation
You turn the ocean tide, you shake me up inside
The way I feel with you, words can't describe
I don't know why or how
But I can't disavow
I've never felt the way I feel right now.
So, don't burn out
Just don't burn out
I've got the brightest star you'll ever find
Even the sun is jealous of the way you shine
We are the constellations in the sky
Wrap me up in your arms,
It's beautiful when time is ours and everything's a miracle❞
Swimming With Dolphins - Everything's a Miracle
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For all the fuss, countless grunts, and grumpy expressions he makes, England actually doesn't mind being dragged into the truck and going on what America would call a "journey of self-discovery" across the states once every few fortnights.
In fact, he very much enjoys the time they spend during those hours; bickering about the radio station they should listen to, enjoying the breeze of the desert, snuggling up under the stars, muttering embarrassing lines, and sharing a passionate heat... just between the two of them.
Hugs, kisses, touches, ... Reconnecting senses and renewing their memories of each other.
And just as fast as the headlights on the interstate highways pass by, as bright as the shower of light from the blanket of stars overhead shine, as freshly new as every lick of waves on the shoreline; he discovers feelings he didn't know, feelings he thought he would never feel.
And, of course, he knows America loves it, too. Bloody hell, England could very clearly see even through those thick astronomy books and bundles of maps that America's intention, hope, is to be with his lover, even if just for a while. God knows how painfully far apart they are most of the time; so a few days of selfishness can't hurt, right?
... but he really thinks America should bring some extra blankets and a bigger tent next time.
Illuminate the sky
Through every dark and hazy night you are my guide
For every town we find we'll paint a new skyline
We will always wake up in a different place and time
As we begin descending faster than illumination
You hold me steady, yeah, you show no fear or limitation
You turn the ocean tide, you shake me up inside
The way I feel with you, words can't describe
I don't know why or how
But I can't disavow
I've never felt the way I feel right now.
So, don't burn out
Just don't burn out
I've got the brightest star you'll ever find
Even the sun is jealous of the way you shine
We are the constellations in the sky
Wrap me up in your arms,
It's beautiful when time is ours and everything's a miracle❞
Swimming With Dolphins - Everything's a Miracle
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For all the fuss, countless grunts, and grumpy expressions he makes, England actually doesn't mind being dragged into the truck and going on what America would call a "journey of self-discovery" across the states once every few fortnights.
In fact, he very much enjoys the time they spend during those hours; bickering about the radio station they should listen to, enjoying the breeze of the desert, snuggling up under the stars, muttering embarrassing lines, and sharing a passionate heat... just between the two of them.
Hugs, kisses, touches, ... Reconnecting senses and renewing their memories of each other.
And just as fast as the headlights on the interstate highways pass by, as bright as the shower of light from the blanket of stars overhead shine, as freshly new as every lick of waves on the shoreline; he discovers feelings he didn't know, feelings he thought he would never feel.
And, of course, he knows America loves it, too. Bloody hell, England could very clearly see even through those thick astronomy books and bundles of maps that America's intention, hope, is to be with his lover, even if just for a while. God knows how painfully far apart they are most of the time; so a few days of selfishness can't hurt, right?
... but he really thinks America should bring some extra blankets and a bigger tent next time.
