Laying in the back of your car

Just staring up, counting the stars

As they lay up there

Counting me and you.

Walking across the lake

As the sun shadows our waves

Hanging from the rim of the earth

Letting the world rain away the hurt

Air never blinded me so well

Nor did any fantasy cast such a spell

As your eyes stirred with your lips on me

Never did a blue crayola night light look so sweet