Blue scrubs, fine golden hair
Deep breaths, like I'm not even there
Dark bench, like you're lying on the ground
Smooth voice, like were running through the town
Deep breaths, just like I said
Don't go, just sit with me instead
Stay here, and we'll play with all the leaves
Falling, falling down from the trees
Deep breaths, count 'em out to three
One, two, three. Let's sprint out and be free
Yearning for a touch I cannot feel
Whispers saying, "I can't wait till it's real"