Oyster

Sometimes i see right through your face into your thoughts
 Sometimes I cannot feel my face without your kiss
 Imagine I'm a flowing ship inside your veins
 [bad word] ship that's trying to reach your storming heart 
And you are alive here it's all depending on us
 I feel this city tryes to link us with its strings
 I see your image down the street and up in clouds
You'll hear my breath as wind that's whispering to you
 My body's yours, and world's your oyster and you're my patience