I say I want a canvas
to paint my heart’s ire at night;
You hear my refrain
and hand me a plum-coloured sky.
I say I’ll walk down that road,
only if you walk along;
You heed my obstinacy,
and give me a nature’s song.
I say when I am down and blue,
I want your arms to hold me through;
You listen to me quietly,
and give me the lush grass to fall on to.