drifting down the boulevard with 2 cups of lemonade
it's homemade
sun is beaming in a perfect ray
i hum a sweet tune
you'll be here soon
hum
clouds are hovering in a sweet array
you sit on the bench
melodies we play
wrapped up in the gentle breeze
a tap, a stroke
we weave notes, in between
hum
even in the greyest hours
all I do is knock, and
we do make good harmony
i am outta pitch, i am outta tune, i'm a tension
we do make good harmony
the dogs
they run
in the sun
clouds are hovering in a sweet array
you sit on the bench, and we play
wrapped up in the gentle breeze, a tap, a stroke
we weave notes, in between
gentle leaves sway to and fro
the splendor scent of music, resonates
time goes sailing by when you're around
let's set the sail high
I don't mind
sun falls
down the hill
living next door to you