Ocracoke
by WHY? & Aupheus
Written by Yoni Wolf and Aupheus
Produced by Aupheus
Released by Waterlines, 2025
LYRICS:
I’ve been replaying scenarios,
you and me from all those years ago.
Subtly, I still feel your pulse.
You were she, I was too rare to know.
I was thrown off and turned on
by your blue nail polish.
Seems like a dream,
you and me on that twin bed.
I was the only guest at your
family place on Silverlake,
first floor, next-door to the morgue.
Oh, your hair was so gold
it didn’t turn your skull green.
We were 17, your blue toes
threw me off and turned me on.
I was strong like a husky pup
called Russ or Buck.
Your head was like a burning wick,
your body smooth and slick.
I’ve been replaying scenarios,
you and me from all those years ago.
On some days I still feel your pulse.
You were her, I was too new to know.
Call me if you ever want to
see who I turned out to be.
I’m not as pretty,
but I’m wheeling freely.
Do you ever wonder
what we could’ve been
if we’d waited late
enough to begin?
We laid up against each
other, front to front on the
down-bound mattress,
surrounded by darkness.
I swore I heard the tide only
out the open window, but I
couldn’t hear the ocean otherwise.
My fingers explored your rib cage
in the same way they’d graze
across an ancient iron radiator.
You were shaking, we didn’t know
from hot or cold, your gold
hair it glowed through the night.
I’ve been replaying scenarios,
you and me from all those years ago.
Do you still live in the area?
Are you married or available?
I’ve been replaying scenarios,
you and me from all those years ago.
But in a way, I still feel your pull.
You were she, I was too rare to know.
Call me if you want to
see who I turned out to be.
Do you ever wonder
what we could’ve been?
by WHY? & Aupheus
Written by Yoni Wolf and Aupheus
Produced by Aupheus
Released by Waterlines, 2025
LYRICS:
I’ve been replaying scenarios,
you and me from all those years ago.
Subtly, I still feel your pulse.
You were she, I was too rare to know.
I was thrown off and turned on
by your blue nail polish.
Seems like a dream,
you and me on that twin bed.
I was the only guest at your
family place on Silverlake,
first floor, next-door to the morgue.
Oh, your hair was so gold
it didn’t turn your skull green.
We were 17, your blue toes
threw me off and turned me on.
I was strong like a husky pup
called Russ or Buck.
Your head was like a burning wick,
your body smooth and slick.
I’ve been replaying scenarios,
you and me from all those years ago.
On some days I still feel your pulse.
You were her, I was too new to know.
Call me if you ever want to
see who I turned out to be.
I’m not as pretty,
but I’m wheeling freely.
Do you ever wonder
what we could’ve been
if we’d waited late
enough to begin?
We laid up against each
other, front to front on the
down-bound mattress,
surrounded by darkness.
I swore I heard the tide only
out the open window, but I
couldn’t hear the ocean otherwise.
My fingers explored your rib cage
in the same way they’d graze
across an ancient iron radiator.
You were shaking, we didn’t know
from hot or cold, your gold
hair it glowed through the night.
I’ve been replaying scenarios,
you and me from all those years ago.
Do you still live in the area?
Are you married or available?
I’ve been replaying scenarios,
you and me from all those years ago.
But in a way, I still feel your pull.
You were she, I was too rare to know.
Call me if you want to
see who I turned out to be.
Do you ever wonder
what we could’ve been?
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