Beside fields, love in the air and in the hills.
City on top sunset evening
That's where you and I were Your hand in mine, lips intertwined You made it, know you want this, want this
Then I heard the birds sing.
I felt the sun shining on my eyelids.
That sheet's under my wrist, it seems It was just a dream
It was just a dream.
Even my creator seems to taunt me Loving other favors fails to haunt me My shallow desires gain on me
Oh, it's me.
Day to day, night to night.
Feel the garden of dawn as I hold my seat in my arms.
The song give it this photosynthesis drawn.
Her painted balls enthralled because she bought it colors and all.
So every brush gives a passionate pause.
Tell a dream is a dream.
It just seems what I seen.
This thing caught in the rim.
The goal still out of reach.
I just bring what I can.
And if that can is a peak, then Mountain Dew was a flavor.
My excellent drip is sweet.
My hope was discovered in the measures I know when it's cloudy to be patient
I go like it's already a passion.
Why so?
It's the God in me, imagine.
A midsummer and winter Requiem for a splinter A hint of irritation poking my temper Glitter glimmers like a vision I caught a whiff of
Cause alas, it was all a dream, but no biggie.
Yeah.
Ooh, yeah.
