A shadow in my dusk a planet in your sky these are just the places lost and found on any fine weekend.
We prance and fall down causes rockslides king tides and watch the mortals scuttle for saftey.
I am not a god cant hold a job and you've become the centre of the universe too busy for waterfalls and small animals with me.
I pass you a window you look through but cant see the stars I pasted on the glass for you, cant see the sun my love is such a shame i whistle as we walk to hide hurt to hide a picnic basket in my hand.
We see the waves we are the beach and we stretch on for miles and your holding my hand again.
I love you really and pebbles tumble down your cheeks cause your the centre of the universe and have no time for waterfalls and small animals with me.