Good Luck

Recipes for rainbows
They don't always come out the same
The way the wind blows
The way the sun sifts through the rain
Like the way your signature evolves a little
Every time you write your name
Kiss me on my cheek
I'm going to need good luck
Your little white hand on my red shoulder
Burns me deep
Visions of swimming upriver
Haunt me in my sleep
I see stars in my eyes and taste blood in my mouth
But I'm OK
Kiss me on my cheek
I'm going to need good luck
Kiss me on my cheek
I'm going to need good luck