Outside with the cuties
I don't think the woods are too deep
The gra** covers the sand
All the wood is damp
Feeling very touched
Cause my friends are in love
Feeling pretty far from home
So I sit to write this down
I guess it's not really brave
I know I'm not a lake
I haven't written this part yet
Will you help me write it?
You are bug bites on vacation
You find the sad in everything
Can't see you cry, you're down the street
I wonder when you'll talk to me
Your eyes reflect the greenish moon
You move towards me and I love you
I love you
I love you
I haven't finished this song yet
Will you help me fix it