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