dancing on air, i meet you there we pick blueberries and you laugh at me because they stained my teeth blue i retort that yours are that color too and when it's dark we walk and talk in our old-fashioned way about the news, weather and day but it won't seem commonplace 'cause we're living out a magical mystery in our own time and place. every morning i wake you up with freshly picked buttercups just because i know that they are your favorite flower to paint on sunny afternoons when we would sit talking ceaselessy over drink because i am in love with you and you feel the same way about me too yeah, you feel the same way about me too. fall is our season but we don't know the reason but you say that the crisp air does your lungs good i am sitting at the table with an empty pack you point at it and start to laugh and you say "girl, they are going to do you in" and i'd say "what is life if not in sin" ...you didn't quite where to begin. one a spring day we walk and it starts to rain and we try to protect each other from getting wet... but we end up drenched you reach down and touched my hair then point to yourself and say: "all this rain would look better on you" and i reply "but baby, you would too" because i am in love with you and you feel the same way about me too yeah, you feel the same way about me too. we are always together and we sing laughing about the same old things we fight over the warmest side of the bed but end up having pillow fights instead and i always let you win because i like the way you gloat. dancing on air, i meet you there because i am in love with you and you feel the same way about me too yeah, you'd feel the same way about me too if everything i wrote here was in the least bit true.