Baby, baby, paint me blue

Let me dream of things you do

The pretty things, the pretty sounds

Flowers that kiss the ground

I'm so high, I can't breathe

I [?] you well and hang you up to see

The sky and the trees

The way they kiss when the horizon meets

I squint to try and find you in snow

I want satin bows and halos

I feel the world start to blur

When you come over