Just come in

I don’t care where the tomatoes come from

And I don’t mind your messy, curly hair

Come in and dance the night away, with

This red wine and my record collection.

The living room turns into a meadow

And the walls begin to change

Don’t ask questions, just take my hand

And let’s enjoy this evening before the

Dawn’s Sun takes it from us. Before the

Day turns, and your eyes stay green.