Winter Trees

Winter Trees
Days in the grass, they won’t come back
They felt alone through the lightning cracks
Breathing the time, tasting the dusks
I keep remember the sound of your bright smile

And now your dreams desire it
High, high
We were high

Days under leaves, just tickling your feet

Who was the one who twigged we caught the sunbeams?
Lying on the ground and standing in your mouth
I’ll never come back to sleep caressed by your breeze

And now your dreams desire it
High, high
We were high
We were high