She lies out on the grass. Her bellybutton fascinates me. If summer never came and went. I doubt that it would ever faze me. . Broken in a moment of what once had been.
And when the mighty sea is heaving. And the mountain's gotten big. What anyone believes in. I never gave a fig. . But I could never fully handle. The heart that bore the load.
In the international rumble. She takes a chance and comes to me. And falling through the cracks we tumble. Not far at all but enough to see. We've come to rest our backs against the rubble.