Spirals On My Tongue

A cool red rose and

A pink cut, pink cut, pink cut, pink

Compressed in a card with

A lot of questions

Wrapped up and stretched between

My bare hands

Holding up a hearty plan

Blocking the sun

Blocking the sun

Blocking the sun

Perfect day, by the lake

Swimming to the other shore

Coming home late

Perfect day, by the lake

Swimming to the other shore

Coming home late

Jumping over the fence

To the secret lake spot

Staying there until late

We the last ones

She played me for the flip-flops

Took them back to New York

Ripples on the tree trunk

We late for the concert

Spirals on my tongue

From eating

Too much watermelon, melon

Spirals on my tongue

From eating

Too much watermelon, melon

Perfect day, by the lake

Swimming to the other shore

Coming home late

Perfect day, by the lake

Swimming to the other shore

Coming home late

Perfect day

Perfect day

Perfect day

Perfect day