now that its june, we’ll sleep out in the garden
and if it rains, we’ll just sink in to the mud
where it is quiet and much cooler than the house is
and there’s no clocks or phones to wake us up..but these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold
and we’ll stay like this, all gold and green
the light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen
and if you close your eyes
we will always be the way we were that night
