I was sun-kissed on a sunday listening to your guitar play.

We were laying in the greenery surrounded by sycamore trees

Not by the shore where I knew every grain beneath me

But in your scene where you could teach how to be soft and carefree.

You were wrapped up in denim and I laid there in leather

and I thought to myself she better pull the lever and release me.

If she gave just an inch I’d give her something to miss.

A peach scented mist put me in pure bliss.

It was a love spell or maybe it was just the way your hair smelled.

It felt like a forgotten memory but alas it was just a dream.