Fields and yards
Fields and yards
Fields and yards
Fields and yards
Fields and yards
Fields and yards
At the end of the week, sends me flying in the
And the sprinklers all turn into something [?]
And the long [?] barely breathing with you
Fields and yards
Fields and yards
Fields and yards
Fields and yards
I see little girls and boys jumping in puddles of rain, puddles of rain
I look to the sky and I see a rainbow swallowing my eye
I can hear you smiling