My mind’s a little scattered
Not knowing what to do
But all that’s ever mattered
Comes in my love for you
Though our hopes look tattered
Yet we will come through
Let all despair be shattered
Let’s seize our dreams anew!
From kitchen to the garden, from the garden to the skies
This is my world of Thursdays where you, the very moon...
Already I’ve forgotten what you wore
Sunday, standing by the fridge; it was black,
And your arm supported the broom...
