people say love often feels like coming back home
so its no wonder your melodies to me sound warm, smell of sun in my sisters hair and grass under my feet
and like laughter, like childeren laughing breathlessly

it feels like every good part of growing up
like childhood
made up songs and games
and climbing cherry trees
staining my brand new jeans
and my mother hugging me after long day of work

they remind me of salt in the air
standing on a beach and waiting for sun to rise
and holding hands

with that familiarity you are bound to be my doom
but while listening i dont mind
for the breeze of summer wind
and promise of warm rain thats yet to come

make it seem worth it