In the Dead Hot Sun you are the one to burn me Splendid in Your Time you finally found some outward folding Phantasmagoria In the Dead Hot Sun we forgo ways to fathom Spending all our time climbing up to find you and your secret face Wish I had the time (to take the time) To bid and wish you well (and fold around the sides) And miss you everyday (happily hoping to hover over each line)and kiss you every way (each way would come to an end (so well, well, well, well, well, well)