Baby, baby, paint me blue
Let me dream of things you do
The pretty things, the pretty sounds
Flowers that kiss the ground
I'm so high, I can't breathe
I [?] you well and hang you up to see
The sky and the trees
The way they kiss when the horizon meets
I squint to try and find you in snow
I want satin bows and halos
I feel the world start to blur
When you come over