Cerulean Cape hey-- i was doing just fine before i met you

Samaantine rubbed against her red-cloaked lover gently, eyes half-closed. Instead of answering his question, she nudged him to lay down with her and shifted a bit to get comfortable. Once they were settled, she pressed her face into his neck and began a quiet song; it had come to her just then, a fragment of a memory.
Feel the ocean as it breathes; shivering teeth
See the mountains where they meet, smothering me
As the wind fends off the waves, I count down the days
Heavy stones fear no weather...
The song trailed off into the night, and soon the two were lost to unconsciousness.