Floating

Familiar songs start

like arriving home.

And a fresh breath of air.

Wind in grass in air float high

float high

float high.

Like bells ringing or birds singing

or rain clouds letting up.

Or just for today the

sun wanted to shine for

you.

Para tiiiiii.

Cold cold cold flows through some

window cracked open like you

forgot all along that I'd

jump on through and be finally

there in front of you

to be what you want me to.