We said we'd do it just one more time
We may have said that before
But we stared at the sunlight stream on the ground
And we guessed we needed one more
Well the grass was gold and the sky was bright
Still 8 hours for the looming night
And your brown dog eyes called for love
We'd have to give it to you
Let's breathe here
We'll sing here
Mountains made of strings
It's Mexico here
Hot and low here
Crystals in the trees
And when the squares turned round and the words turned goo
Your rainbow wrinkles pulled me through
The path got messy, but the world was live
The grass turned blue, JFK survived
And that old sunlight stream on the ground
Reached over and kissed my hair
Let's haunt here
We'll play here
Skirts made long with jeans
It's Mexico here
Softly flow here
Silly putty on my knees
The squares were round and the words were goo
But your rainbow wrinkles pulled me through
1 comment:
ok, so remember last night when "someone" was claiming to be a songwriter? I think YOU actually are!! I love this!
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