Leave the window open in your room so the leves will float in and lay beside you.
I will sing to you through telephone wires,
Watch perfect night skies outside of my room.
I see a shooting sar, it's trail spells out your name,
It's gone too fast to stop and wave but i can still see the light.
I'm on the verge of tears but i don't know why...
Maybe i'm too pleasured by these shades of orange and green in amber sunlight.
I'll steal a look at something up so high that
I won't come down when the crickets sing my name.
The fog is way too thick, i can't see overhead.
It blocks out the moonlight i like to see you in.
Remember pitch dark nights and summer winds that blew us all away,
A comfort halfway used but still enough to keep us moving on?
Remember pitch dark nights and summer winds that blew us all away,
A comfort halfway used but still enough to keep us moving on?