In the Dead Hot Sun you are the one to burn me
Splendid in Your Time you finally found some outward folding Phantasmagoria
In the Dead Hot Sun we forgo ways to fathom
Spending all our time climbing up to find you and your secret face
Wish I had the time
(to take the time)
to bid and wish you well
(and fold around the sides)
and miss you everyday
(happily hoping to hover over each line)and kiss you every way
(each way would come to an end
(so well, well, well, well, well, well)