Sweetness
There is a field beyond the apple tree bird-bustle air
We drew there with such short breath
And what?s next?
Our faces, red from the race
Sweetness, the most I would taste

Flat on your back, flying in dreams
This is the way I see you today
You?re in mine all the time

I wage fits against immovable days now
Hours like bricks a wise hand lays
In the way of a child who won?t wait his turn
Of a child with so much to learn

Back to the field beyond the apple tree bird-bustle air
I knew there that this was the best
So what?s next?
Our faces, buried in bloom
Sweetness, nectar of nothing to do
Sweetness, nectar of nothing to do
Sweetness, yes