My loving is greener than a field in June
And my dumb heart
Is dried out from the heat in our room
But what if we spent the day without any friends around
Put the Times down
Let's go walking in the Brooklyn Museum
In the perfect, marbly light I see him
And stupidly I say something mean
He licks his wounds secretly
My loving is so happy and naked
When you met me
I didn't know but I was just a kid
So in thanks I will wrap my arms around
Throw my fire arms down
