Winter Trees
Days in the grass, they won’t come back
They felt alone through the lightning cracks
Breathing the time, tasting the dusks
I keep remember the sound of your bright smile
And now your dreams desire it
High, high
We were high
Days under leaves, just tickling your feet
Who was the one who twigged we caught the sunbeams?
Lying on the ground and standing in your mouth
I’ll never come back to sleep caressed by your breeze
And now your dreams desire it
High, high
We were high
We were high
