Nice nights like these
I write white lines
Sit beneath trees
Mind free no commotion
Proposing
Ideas free from scrutiny
Past plays from past days
Were bad stays
Im mad yeah but the feeling pass
More likely stash feelings for you
Dashing through
My mind all the time
Dreams of white wine
Floors alpine
French clothes
French tips on toes
Treat you like
You were never treated before
Before you go