Easy

Covered in dusty icing sugar, nothing can go wrong.

Our sweat will turn to icing; we will be glazed and gorgeous.

Insert a hole in my arm, for a slow leak, to let the nerves dissipate.

If I cary around a ball of string, surely a story will take place, I want a beginning and a middle with no end in sight.

Put sunglasses on; so we look handsome and pretentious.
I'll be looking at the road and you'll be looking at my breasts. But neither of us will know.

I'll forget what colour eyes you have, that'll be exciting. We'll rediscover.

It's all about making things easier, like red lighting.