She wonders thru the fields of clover
And she sits on the side of the street on her telephone
Waiting on her lover
She breaks my heart until I don't feel

Clover and over

In the grassy field till the death of the day
We become each other
On our own way, in our own way
On the telephone I don’t care
We can stare and make believe
The stars implode into their own
Birth of the seas to get to unity