"Waves lick their lips as they lap upon the shore-line, concave ovals drive by
Tomorrow is the day where I'll chance upon a face, the one i rare' seen before
The sky is orange gray and the horizon fades long into the ever windy plain
La lune does not exist like a butterfly's sweet kiss, a gentle rap upon my door.

I never thought I'd see a younger man like me sitting cross-legged in the sand
I kept running on by but a thought crossed my mind--could this be the lad destined for me?
The sky is orange gray and the horizon fades long into the ever windy plain
La lune does not exist like a butterfly's sweet kiss, a gentle rap upon my door.

Today I noticed for the first time
That the leaves had fallen from their branches
That the ferns had turned golden and the tomatoes had fallen from their perches

If i were the earth and you became la soleil, I'd circle you upon every hour
The analemma you would make, and my wish it would take as you would only exist magnetically.
The sky changes every day in that conciliatory way with the Pleiades and nebulae side by side
Stars rotating mars with the red streaks left behind, we're too lonely for this galaxy.

Today I noticed for the first time
that the leaves had fallen from their branches
The tomatoes had turned golden and the ferns had turned brown on their perches...

I can see you outlined by the limelight
We're sitting just nearly side by side
Oh badumpadump maybe all it takes
Would be a little little little leap of faith
Silly silhouette in the moonlight
Silly things arent unknown to me
Oh badoopadoop maybe all we need
Would be a little little push if we please

Today I noticed for the first time
that the leaves had fallen from their branches
The tomatoes had turned golden and the ferns had turned brown on their perches...
If the sun can leave ina heartbeat
who knows what the next hour will bring?
Perhaps gentle illumination or odedeare come to be realizing..."