in a golden summer field 

i watch you fall asleep 

in a pool i cool my hells 

and watch you fall asleep 



like the flowers in spring 

i know love is a seasonal thing 

but in the summer of our heart 

there's a place beyond a river 

will you grace the morning weather with me? 

with me? 



on the grass behind the goal 

i trace your constellation of moles 

until the clouds close 

and it's chilly round the pole 



only winter, should we part 

will succeed you in my heart 

in the day-long dark 



we can face the fading light together 

if that's alright with you 

with you 



spirit ascending, be never ending 

like the sun and moon