I’m coming back ice cream in hand, you’re looking at the pink, orange and yellow sundown.
You laugh whilst the light summer breeze is ticking your hair.
It’s pleasant and warm,
The smell of carnival creeps creeping up my nose,
Numbing my senses, while I listen to you talk of what you love,
You mention me,
I wake up, my dreams still with me, you’re still with me.
My life feeling empty without you,
I fall asleep and in love again.