Trading names with the wind
Fall to ball in the eyes of a friend
Restless branches, that soon will retire
Uphold these in the light
Draw a penny from the floor to a source of delight with
A cliche my Grandma adores
And I couldn't hope or ask for more
Feather view, welcome find
Stay with stillness, the ticking brings time to attention
Feet falling flat on the floor
And I couldn't hope or ask for more
'Cos you see...
The light, it was just perfect
The freezer was noisy but perfect
The dirt on my jeans it was perfect
When seen through these eyes right now