There�s spring in the air
they�re sweeping the streets
wind is a breeze
the sun becomes her he agrees
What�s holding up her face?
nothing but blue skies
passage ways to windows
that don�t close
Where do you live?
love is a place
where are you from?
she says, ask yourself ask anyone
what�s holding up her face
nothing but blue skies
passage ways the mind�s eye
contemplates