Saturday, December 25, 2010
Weekend Dream
Spreading out
Is a solid blue collage
With a basketball for a pillow
The boy looks up at tomorrow in the sky
The cherry blossoms have begun to fall
Do you know this scent?
Yeah, summer's almost here
The sound of the wind, the scent of the grass
The crunching footsteps drawing near
The hazy orange mountains
The crows return home to their mother's breast
Lovers are walking happily
Hand in hand
Hey, I wonder if
The sky will always be this pretty
Hey, I wonder if
The wind will always be this clear
Hey, I wonder if summer will always come after spring
The worst Sunday
Spreading out
Is a solid blue collage
With a basketball for a pillow
The boy looks up at tomorrow in the sky
The hazy orange mountains
The crows return home to their mother's breast
Lovers are walking happily
Hand in hand
Hey, I wonder if
People will always hold hands
Hey, I wonder if
People will always embrace
Hey, I wonder if summer will always come after spring
The worst Sunday
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