Spirals On My Tongue

A cool red rose and
A pink cut, pink cut, pink cut, pink
Compressed in a card with
A lot of questions

Wrapped up and stretched between
My bare hands
Holding up a hearty plan
Blocking the sun
Blocking the sun
Blocking the sun

Perfect day, by the lake
Swimming to the other shore
Coming home late
Perfect day, by the lake
Swimming to the other shore
Coming home late

Jumping over the fence
To the secret lake spot
Staying there until late
We the last ones

She played me for the flip-flops
Took them back to New York
Ripples on the tree trunk
We late for the concert

Spirals on my tongue
From eating
Too much watermelon, melon
Spirals on my tongue
From eating
Too much watermelon, melon

Perfect day, by the lake
Swimming to the other shore
Coming home late
Perfect day, by the lake
Swimming to the other shore
Coming home late

Perfect day
Perfect day
Perfect day
Perfect day