Sleeping in the beetle bug

With a hundred pounds of air in my heart

Don't think that I'm able to sympathize

I'm happier to see it gone

Floating above your house like a penguin

Dropping cherries from my mouth

Tapping the walnuts and the shadows out of a dreaming

Pair of brown eyed ghosts

In each of your eyes, I saw it's spring

Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn

Grass is long and laughs

When the wind jumps through it

It must have started with that stick in the mud

That there's where clouds are born

Clouds can't stay where they are born

Winds push them so far from home

The sound of your laughter

Tiptoeing across the floor

Makes the deepest of red umbrellas

Able to inflate my smile

In each of your eyes, I saw it's spring

Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn

Grass is long and laughs

When the wind jumps through it