let the wind blow my flustered thoughts away
they can bother someone new
i want to dream and sleep all day
laying in the grass, next to you

this is where my summer is
in the park beneath a tree
closing my eyes against the sun
and counting the seconds one by one

in fifty years when the grass is dead
we'll need a new place to rest our heads
just promise that you'll be there with me,
and we'll find a new spot beneath a tree

my mind is clear
my eyes are closed
my fingers are tied,
but only with yours