Sleep in the grass in a blue field. The fireflies blinking past Orion. All sprawled out beside the bikes, the wheels still spinnin'.

I know a shortcut along the stonewall where Evergreen soldiers point their branches for a child-like mind, like yours and mine to follow.

C'mon, steal me. C'mon steal me.

I drew a map so we can get home or maybe come back here in the summer. But I'm not sure how to draw a path to get to moonlight.

So, tonight, these stars can shine as our halos and the pine trees watch over like guardian angels, protecting a perfect love between twilight and all a lifetime of yearning.

I won't be awake for much longer. So c'mon, steal me.