And Now for Something Completely Different

I.

I don't miss the familiar ground beneath my feet
But the way your tongue moves in between my teeth
If only the world could see the blue that is in your eyes
And how it rivals the blue that is in the skies
If they could taste your lips
Put their hands on your hips
Then they would see why I can never let go of this

II.

There is no way this car can be out of gas
But I'm running low too, pass me my flask
We need to fix the engine of our little car
We aren't there yet, but we got pretty far
You check the trunk, I'll check the backseat
Working the gas isn't the only thing you can do with your feet

III.

Gravity asks, "Why bother moving your feet when I'll just pull them back down?"
You reply, "Walking happens to be the best way to get around.
You can bring me down, but you can't make me drag my feet.
You can bring me down, but I can still float in the sea."