the summer that we recorded
i was reading just kids
i was convinced that the book was speaking
directly to me

i couldn't sleep at night
every moment of every day
i heard music
and when i closed my eyes
to go to sleep at night
the music filled spaces
in my head

i could hear your voice
over and over
not words, but low hums

and some sort of symphony
that i will never be able to recreate

and when i drove from your house
after telling a piece of paper in your basement that i would be happy for you
no matter what
that i loved you
no matter what
the clarity that i soon forgot

the trees were bright green
i didn't want to leave
i didn't want to go anywhere, really
i wanted to dive back into the water, alone
and let it take me under

wanted to freeze my life
right there for a while
and come back to the rest of it later

but, i turned on a road called voice and took it out of your town
windows down and music up
it was sunny
and i felt that i was magical
the sun danced off of my skin and sparkled
i called to you and sang to you
twice.

ethan told me that i had spent too much time in creative land

i told him that my mind had become a sponge
attracting every thought that I ever had
we listened to the record we recorded
on the speakers at an old farm house

i was lying on the floor
so happy to experience this with people
who got it

and when those bells come in
did we hold hands?
did we touch?
i feel like i remember grasping your hand
and holding my breath
but i can't remember.