Swimmin' across the tallest grass She followed him into the field. 'This is where,' he said to her 'Is where I like to be.' Once near the center he Hollowed out a space Between the branches squeezin' in She couldn't see his face. Everything reminded her Of everything he said. And everything Made more sense to her. I'd like to go again, to go on in A small room she could see And there he sat and his eyes were red And deep in them she would be Branches and the grass above her, head into the sky Everything is makin more Sense to her. The only one thing left to see With her eyes Closed on me Will she stay here with the comfort Of knowing who she should be Memories...memories...