Degrees are Sparse

Four hours of sleep And week old coffee in a bottle May I know just how your garden grows? Or how the fury froze the flickering flame And if my death should come a few days too soon Just know I'll reside in these tunes until earth's decay She said, she'd leave it unlocked I was crossing the bridge, glad that my CD rocked I swear I had arrived a minute ago But there she is waving out of the window So curve your mouth, and laugh until tears run out I'd kill to be with you and Ralph, but degrees are sparse August may repeat itself someday And running through grass in the rain is never too far Four hours of sleep Won't phase me