These are just things that im saying
That serve me fine, they suit us well
Sitting kissing you, eating lemons
Saving money from saving the recycling
Ccause a can like that
Could produce a ring, tonight alright
This should be a desert
A treeless spot in time
All those kisses we forget
Oh they could survive
But the sun would be so
Brutal against my heart
For we have not seen it in days