chapter one,
& the warm stars are shining
& light the sky with their long dying
Some strange April,
when all the stars stall and stay still
& the days fly by
idle in Idlewild
idle in Idlewild
chapter two,
soft like kittens & hidden
& New York's as far off as China.
The ghosts of you and me
are so pretty & so sweet
& it's bright for Spring
The days fly by
idle in Idlewild
The days fly by
idle in Idlewild