I saw the
spring sun
in your eyes.
The way the yellow light
danced off those beautiful orbs,
like bumblebees on dandelions.
These moments of gold
may one day fall
into autumn's grasp
but the sweet taste it leaves
in my mouth will never dim.
Sweet as honey,
sweet as amber.

Last night you came to me
in a dream-
a teenager!
Oh, how elegantly
you had grown,
my beautiful baby girl.
The way you lit up that station,
the way I held you in my arms
once again,
it was the best dream
I ever had.

Sunflowers bloom
then sunflowers kiss.
Ah yes,
it's spring
That I've missed.

I guess our dream
of owning a dalmatian
doesn't matter
anymore.

It is true,
each day brings us
closer to death.
But you,
you make each day
worth living.

You are
the kind of art
that would lure Picasso
and be unable to turn away.
You are the masterpiece
that no one could
understand.

Baby,
I'm a broken man.
I'm nothing but damaged goods
but I promise to give you
all of the love that I
couldn't promise
to myself.

I met you in September
When the leaves were just tempted to change
I met you in September
When the earth felt like autumn in the rain
I met you in September
3 months shy of my birthday
I met you in September
apart from headache or drama
I met you in September
listening to Frank, Kendrick and Lana.

I met you in September
and so I say it clear
I only met you in September
because it's my favourite month of the year.

I love you sober
I love you high-
you have a kiss
that money can't buy.