Sleeping in the beetle bug   With a hundred pounds of air in my heart   Don't think that I'm able to sympathize   I'm happier to see it gone      Floating above your house like a penguin   Dropping cherries from my mouth   Tapping the walnuts and the shadows out of a dreaming   Pair of brown eyed ghosts      In each of your eyes, I saw it's spring   Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn   Grass is long and laughs   When the wind jumps through it      It must have started with that stick in the mud   That there's where clouds are born   Clouds can't stay where they are born   Winds push them so far from home      The sound of your laughter   Tiptoeing across the floor   Makes the deepest of red umbrellas   Able to inflate my smile      In each of your eyes, I saw it's spring   Where every mouth wakes up to a smile and a yawn   Grass is long and laughs   When the wind jumps through it