Powdered Sugar
Nathan Nicholson, Adam Harrison, Piers Hewitt, Andrew Smith
No end to how this feels
Face to face
Hide out in golden fields
Breathe in the summer air
Pulses race
When all we do is stare
Lips that taste as sweet as powdered sugar
And I feel that lady luck is on my side
There is nothing like the sweetness of another
And if I said I’d love you till I die, well, it wouldn’t be a lie
Still frame
Frozen in time
The moment I knew that you were mine
A fever for what could be
A restlessness
I hope will never leave
