Empty flat

We walk through memories and woods
the city drowns behind the hill,
the rocky footpath, dust and roots
the air is still
I hear the blackbird flying over
and distant highways murmur
this quiet field belongs to us
and time is getting slower
We're watching planes in sapphire sky
and you caress my hair so gently
I feel so happy, I can die
and go to heaven.
We're wrapped in blanket on the ground
the grass is high, the moon is rising
entire life is about love
and lights on the horizon