Sleeping in the Beetle Bug

Tapping the walnuts and the shadows out of a dreaming
Pair of brown eyed ghosts
Clouds can't stay where they are born
That there's where clouds are born
Grass is long and laughs
Dropping cherries from my mouth
Don't think that I'm able to sympathize
Winds push them so far from home
I'm happier to see it gone

Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn
The sound of your laughter
Able to inflate my smile
Grass is long and laughs
In each of your eyes, I saw it's spring
Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn
Tiptoeing across the floor
It must have started with that stick in the mud

Makes the deepest of red umbrellas
When the wind jumps through it

In each of your eyes, I saw it's spring
Floating above your house like a penguin