Another Dream

Death Valley sage In the flu of the summer I can feel this way at night There's a green in the blue Why claim control like gods? In the sweet melody I can see your face And the wool has taken over Around the flower tall on the side of the hill In the salt You relive no water pouring Like anywhere we used to go On these days so solitary Always with a bowl of fever You could maybe take a moment In the second person the big woe When we see our faces again ago Phasing out the photo like we're so surprised Here is the great symphony of tenses All I've got is what I'd slowly got When they pressed a nerve At sunset telling love Why does summer just unroll Patiently on the see-saw? Memory myths are all So good And fortified In the sweet melody I can see your face