Lanterns Above the Bay Are Credits to Our Dada Day

It feels so right to be Talking of you endlessly And we don't feel so alone When our names show on the phone How can this even be? A person like you is make believe And we see our dada love As something like a gift from above Oh God, how odd To play the master's own disguise Now I see blue skies Is it more than good luck? Crossing paths amidst this muck? We've reason to believe The creator has a trick up her sleeve Days spent reading the cards All point to nights in your backyard We are restorative glue For our hearts that once felt so blue High mood, over the moon The next time couldn't come too soon Now I can't wait till June Lanterns above the bay Are credits to our dada day