You and I,
Looking at the sky;
Eyes fixated out of a dirty window,
Unto the earth, blanketed in snow.
With your arms wrapped around me tight,
Gazing upon a day which is bleeding into the night.
Kiss your lips against my hair,
Whilst into the dying day we stare;
Just you and me,
Staring at the trees,
That’s just exactly
Where I want to be.