i miss our night ending with a whispering goodnight & a wish of sweet dreams. & you can bet on my heart that i'll see you tomorrow, cause i'll wake only for you, you know.
oh, the night when everything is b l u e & the moon hides behind the little black silhouettes of leaves (that speak whenever a mysterious cool breeze blows by) & casts long shadows that stretch over the b l u e lawn.
& across the dancing orange glow of an immense fire,