Chapter eleven (Heaven sent is a coffee cup)

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As the underwater currents gently guided Raylan and Caspian through a mesmerizing coral canyon, Caspian's siren's song took on a new dimension. The lyrics of "Heaven Sent" emerged from Caspian's melodious voice, each note resonating with the ebb and flow of the ocean currents.

"Woo... Heaven sent is a coffee cup, Or the way you weigh your head on mine, We are sunflowers begging for light, We turn our face to these great blue skies.

Heaven sent is a beach by sunset, Stand on the edge, just a little too high, For the tide too shy to greet us, We are lost in every direction."

The lyrics danced through the water, creating a serene symphony that encapsulated the essence of their journey. As Caspian sang, the ocean currents seemed to respond, carrying the melody to the farthest reaches of the underwater world.

Raylan, enchanted by the lyrical embrace of Caspian's voice, felt the resonance of the words within his very being. The coffee cup, the sunflowers, the beach at sunset—all became metaphors for the moments they had shared, the challenges they had overcome, and the love that had blossomed in the depths.

"Well, I could've called it, then when I saw your face, In a crowded room, true love displaced, While a man with a lockjaw, tripping over parked cars, Sold me the world with a baseline foxtrot.

But I never get the words right, 'Cause I dot my t's and I cross my i's, And my tongue never caught up with the process, Skipping syllables, Like it's a protest.

Heaven sent is the way you say
You're proud of me, I'm unconditionally loved

So, now I'll be your dashboard
Your car keys, your aux cord
That feeling of transport
In transit with you (Yeah)
So, now I'll be your dashboard
Your car keys, your aux cord
That feeling of transport
In transit with you

Well, I could've called it, then when I saw your face
In a crowded room, true love displaced
While a man with lockjaw tripped over parked cars
Sold me the world with a baseline foxtrot
But I never get the words right
'Cause I dot my t's and I cross my I's
And my tongue never caught up with the process
Skipping syllables
Like it's a protest

Maybe I could be your first kiss
Over again, it might take some time
Rewrite every valentine
Where I misspelled your name
Back in your uni flat
Keep your bed warm while you're stuck in class
It's not grand or romantic
But it's the little things that counted

But, I could've called it, then when I saw your face
In a crowded room, true love displaced
While a man with lockjaw tripped over parked cars
Sold me the world with a baseline foxtrot
But I never get the words right
'Cause I dot my t's and I cross my I's
And my tongue never caught up with the process
Skipping syllables
Like it's a, it's a

I could've called it then when I saw your face (Heaven sent is a coffee cup)
In a crowded room, true love displaced
While a man with lockjaw tripped over parked cars (Heaven sent is a coffee cup)
Sold me the world with a baseline foxtrot
But I never get the words right (Heaven sent is a coffee cup)
'Cause I dot my t's and I cross my I's
And my tongue is never caught up with the process (Heaven sent is a coffee cup)
Skipping syllables
Like it's a protest (When I'm drinking it with you)"

As Caspian continued to sing, the lyrics became a poetic expression of the intricacies of his Love for Raylan. The crowded room, the baseline foxtrot, and the subtle protests in the skipped syllables—weaved into the song were the nuances of their journey, the moments of vulnerability, and the profound depth of their shared experiences.

The ocean currents carried the lyrical chapter through the coral canyon, echoing the timeless melodies of the abyss. The "Heaven Sent" song became a cherished memory, etched into the currents that carried Raylan and Caspian toward new horizons, their bond stronger than ever in the lyrical embrace of the underwater world.

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