Italy

bicycle, bicycle, bicycle days riding through the hayfields riding through the haze just giving into summer giving yourself away we never came here looking to dispel any notions looking to mop up any oceans but just to see the sun upon your face with the sunnies on we bought you in venice a little oversized with carl zeus's lenses our kind of love just can't be pretended ice cream and sardines and bottles of beer you lay reading on the shoreline while I float in the waves and mothers with their naked children let the run and play i didn't come here to be a different person didn't leave a mess behind in favor of searching we're not the kind to run away when we're hurting when the church bells ring we'll wake up at 7 to hanging laundry and stairways to heaven and quiet monastery cats that will beckon there's a tall ship on the horizon there makes it looks like it's just a lie that we'll believe as we sit under a tree maybe the train strike will never be over we'll send a letter home when the weather gets colder then we'll drag our bags through the old pisa airport when we get back we'll try to live like we lived there to no avail cuz the time is so different you only ever are yourself it's for certain