Wake me up, it's morning.
and take me down to the corner
place before the shade
(where we eat and that's where we talk)
retreats behind the wall and
that's when i decide to stay here.
(cup of tea, blackberry)
golden gate bridge
everything's alright now.
don't let me sleep.
it was warm and pleasant
and over in an instant.
i feel like i dreamt it,
but i'm not there now.
easier to drive,
leave the oven on,
burn the house down.
