Again

Can we hold hands Saturday morning I'd feel less alone If you were to hold me so Tightly as we walked away that place that we swore We would never return to again Falling asleep Out in the field I will dream things that i wish were real and I see you standing there Popsicle stick in your mouth And your lips Stained red from the strawberry meal Let's go round and round again We can run around the garden I like to pretend we're something fictional Chase imaginary creatures We'll catch them on film My head spins like a wheel Circling slowly Creating a sense of dizziness over me I catch my breath Then i go catch butterflies I ask you to join i think We can have such a grand time Let's go round and round again We can run around the garden I like to pretend We're something fictional Chase imaginary creatures We'll catch them on film It's all predictable I see everything that you want to be and I trust you I trust you I trust you I trust you