One Day

We move in little whirlpools

You dreamed of in your sleep

And we'll move the leaves

That we put in the heap

Your face always lights up to.

I move in circles of you

Made of whirlpools and

Tearing leaves to smithereens

That we put in the corner

For us to throw about one day.

Don't come too soon, 

But come soon enough 

not soon enough

come soon

Not soon.

Don't come too soon, 

But come soon enough 

not soon enough

come soon

Not soon.

Don't come too soon, 

But come soon enough 

not soon enough

come soon

Not soon.

Don't come too soon, 

But come soon enough 

not soon enough

come soon

Not soon.

But soon.