Malibu Beach House

I’m lost in all types of hues
lost in the sight of you
 
swore I had nothing to give
but for you
I made exceptions
 
time is now ours to borrow
free within, rid the hollow
I can feel a tomorrow
drew a map you can follow
 
I think you and I
can grow old
but I need time
 
blue/green eyes said,
“We’ll be okay”