I miss our barren desert With nothing to quench our thirst, Where there was maybe one Tree to sit beneath And read quietly to ourselves With a few bare branches And only one lonely leaf To catch the sunshine.
I miss that clock without hands When hours passed blindly, While our heads laid in bed Sunk beneath pillows And our bodies twisted Together beneath sheets Like a candy cane Glued together with sugar, So sweet, so sweet We rotted our teeth.
“Good morning beautiful girl, Let’s never let this end.” And we tried our best, We tried to make it last. Like those last few pages Of a really great book, We read slower and slower, As we knew we were hooked.
I miss that hole we dug together Digging day and night Every night and every day, Deeper and deeper, Darker and darker, But always together. Dirt piled high from side to side I’m not really sure What we were trying to hide.
I miss our hopeless love, Our naivete and passion, We both always knew That we’d never get better, But at least we knew We were always together.
Oh, what have we here? A new road I can see, Where upon restless rocks Lay rusted metal keys, To open the gates, And quickly so quietly, Make my escape. I walk through the fence To have my sight turn a blur, And the world I once knew No more the world I prefer. A few steps further, Something stops the time, And without much thought, I feel my heart unwind, From a place of fear To a place undefined, In this place here, I just might find… Within grows delight, So further I proceed, Wandering in Wonderland, So wonderful indeed. Through a jungle made of vines And wistful white, tigers eyes, Trees adorning blue And greener are the skies. Wafting in the air, Floating through the trees, A plump pumpkin spice And light lavender bees, Making their way Through fresh morning breeze, Over the Rushing River And between Sahara’s Seas. It’s summer year ’round In such sweet Wonderland, Where beauty is found In every sight and every sound. Where clocks never tick, And mules never kick, Where music never stops, And balloons will never pop. Beyond the white gate I’ve made my escape, Near Sahara’s Seas, And the skies colored green. Where the lavender bees Live in blue bashful trees, Between jungle vines And the tiger’s white eyes. To say I’ve gotten lost Would be a lavish lie, But I couldn’t care less, As I float into the sky.