honey child aren't you a femeral

a popsicle melting right down to my ankles

are we standing over a wobbling empire

each morning we open our eyes

better not blink twice when you say something sweet

your promises have a tendency of floating into space

and flying away up and out of the street

when i hold you and you try your best to hold me

there is a place where our love goes

even after it's gone and we've both walked home

and it camps in the trees and sings down like a bird

it's that song in our head wherever we go

i'm trying my hardest not to imagine happiness

as a bouquet of balloons floating over your head

do i reach out my hand or do i just wait for you

to disappear

into blue like you do

i want a love that lasts longer

than the length of a telephone wire

to the neighborhood over

come on over stay a while

let's get older together

i know someday my hair will grow down to my toes

and we'll measure time by the cracks on the wall

and i will live white like a field of snow

and love will not fly over me like a bird

it'll see me and it will

make a home