Wheat Colored Grass

   The                            I'm            We're
  wheat                            driving         making
colored                          the            like
     grass        and             get-away          Bonnie
   encased          you're           car          and
       in        asleep         filled        Clyde
  winter's           in              with           to
crystalline        the            you            a
     breath           back          and            warmer
   contrasts      while            me           future
 with               it           and                just
   the           all                this       beyond
 asphalt           flashes        stolen          those
    black         past           cash         hills