
sweet nostalgia drifts and floats
to the very brim of a cloudless blue dream
sweet nostalgia drifts and floats
to the very brim of a cloudless blue dream
i looked for you in the space right before sunrise,
in the deep end of a small rain puddle,
in the thick layer of leftover sugar at the bottom of a cup of tea,
in the changing cloud patterns on a monday in july