She laid her cane down by Rosemary's name
And polished the limestone, coloring two-toned
Rapture and capture her reverent reveries
She escapes, a silent sun on her face
Like silver and gold, we count till we're old
Mountains are blooming, tentatively tuning
Somebody sighed while the whites of her eyes
Were laughing, look how subtle she sings
Don't you play like a last summer day
When the night crawls down the seams
Lately I've wondered with me and my blunders
What you must fear when you dream
Before November can blister December
Won't you sing like a blue bird, crooning an afterward
Dust were you made and from dust you shall be
Like cannonballs, wasting the words on the walls
Don't you play like a last summer day
When the night crawls down the seams
Lately I've wondered with me and my blunders
What you must fear when you dream
Don't you play like a last summer day
When the night crawls down the seams
Lately I've wondered with me and my blunders
What you must fear when you dream