Through the view that comes with you, like they handed me my life for the first time it felt right. Thank you for making me see there's a life in me, it was dying to get out. Holding you we make two spoons beneath an april moon. Everything is soft and sweet. This cigarette it could seduce a nation with its smoke, crawling down my tired throat, scratches part of me that's purring. Softly stirring. Feet up on the windowsill, looking at all these trees I feel affinity with. Everything so soft and still-budding at my fingertips. Touching you I start to bloom. Alive with trains and passing and sweet upon your lips now.