
Up above or down below.
The question is the same.
Like the honey bird outside my window.
Here I am.
Love me or not.
Up above or down below.
The question is the same.
Like the honey bird outside my window.
Here I am.
Love me or not.
Perhaps we sould just lay in the mown grass, over to the right, and whisper about our dreams for the next two weeks. You know, a giant passed through heading north, just beyond that last apple tree, a few years ago.