After the snow, and the flower petals,
it's cottonwood that coats the ground -
a blanket we wish we could jump in, or maybe stuff pillows.
Instead, we float in swimming pools, flipping
upside down on the sofa, singing
songs about California.
it's cottonwood that coats the ground -
a blanket we wish we could jump in, or maybe stuff pillows.
Instead, we float in swimming pools, flipping
upside down on the sofa, singing
songs about California.