Sunset, sweet smoke and long cries, baby eyes, odara is showing I never know of my dreams at night, my memory tip toeing Sleep under the sill and hear the warm wind on my cinnamon fingers Dried apple tea, fireflies, simplicity after the struggle Smile through thoughts of home, The comfort of what we once knew please be subtle Fallin' forwards without my toes Taught to think of where i'll go tomorrow March april june september november two thousand twenty two What feels right feeling comes and goes, and you're still beside me.