Out in the forest under a tree, lies a dream that you once told to me. Out in the desert, under a stone, lies a poem, that you once wrote to me.
Baby, would you marry me under an apple tree or the bottom of the sea or maybe on a train to Spain or some nice place like that?
And, baby, would you marry me on a mountain top or a traffic stop or maybe on a boat that floats into the great unknown?
That would be a day to remember our love by.
Out in the ocean, under a fish, lies a kiss that you once blew to me. And up in the sky, under a shroud made of clouds is all you mean to me. I dream of a bicycle ride with my girl by my side. We’d ride with our headphones on and block out everyone and listen to the soundtracks to our lives.
Drifting by in a haze as we vacantly gaze. Nothing but the sun, we’d block out everyone and listen to the soundtracks to our lives.