I wanna watch from an astral projection
As we sit on the hood of your car
Melting into cloud shapes
Calling this first love

We are water
Laying out our thoughts as the bricks of intentions
As we build an octogonal home for the sake of feng sui
Slow dancing on our land
Where the kitchen will eventually be

Selling cricket cookies, used books, art
Some outliers of the social clockwork
We trace the wavelength between us
Seeing past lives
As we feel in love as a square and a circle
As a lighthouse and the wind
As sin and beginnings
As aliens natural to other worlds
We two fire quantumly entangled beings slow dance where the kitchen will eventually be
Where will fry eggs in a wood stove from the chickens we hypnotized with our guitar and banjo playing

Just southern girl
Remembering earth inbetween her hands
As a girl who caught toads and rabbits bare handed and was so small amongst a field of sunflowers

She grew up.

Never lost sight of her inner light
Even in the dark ages of her mind
She her made way to you
**** that southern girl's
Heart sure is true

We all grow up
I hope we don't forget to fall in love
To go on adventures
To be a kid