Ten minutes after nine
In the swimming pool
How do I make you mine
You’re just so damn cool
With your bedazzled jeans
That I laughed at
And the way you cringe
Those eyelashes you bat
It’s spring-time and I’m back home
Found you waiting at my door
Iconic delusions, and the unknown
The Hollywood signs that call strangers whores
All of the falls and winters added up
And believe we’re back to this place
But what comes back
You’ll make disappear without a trace
You know that’d be a mistake
