Play Yard Symphony

Setting out for the bowling ball sea

Go on an adventure on the lawns

That late afternoon in the box

We saw God in

You've got to choose one

From a bunch of balls in the play yard

You're determined to accept

What you can see

The damp sound of a shooting ball

Someone's small scream toward the sky

The row of lockers in the empty corridor

The secret notes posted on the back

Of the photo lab door

Set out for the bowling ball sea

Go on an adventure on the lawns

That late afternoon in the box

We saw God in sunlight

Those magical days keep questioning me

Gun salutes are fired everywhere

It's alright, I remember sometimes

The time we chose what to bring on the journey

Make a toast in the fast food restaurant

Noise of many people's voices leads me to the

Dusty dim room, let those creaks pass

Otherwise you'll be lost in the notebook

The basketball bouncing down the basement stairs

The black one star shoes

Repeated two chords

The green night walking by a swimming pool

The remains of the wet ghosts

The paper plane flying from the window

Set out for the bowling ball sea

Go on an adventure on the lawns

That late afternoon in the box

We saw God in sunlight

Those magical days keep questioning me

Gun salutes are fired everywhere

It's alright, I remember sometimes

The time we chose what to bring on the journey