Ana M - Arms

I was born custodian of the summer

And summer eats the hope of feckless boys

When quiet beats collided there was noise

In darkened rooms they whisper fears and joys

Out there on the dancefloor there’s a blue unbroken line

Me and Martha Ana, we used to cross it all the time

I took near seven years of pictures

You look the same in every single one

There’s something in the way your tongue extends

A precious few deserved compliments

Out there on the highway there’s a yellow dotted line

Me and Martha Ana, we used to cross it all the time