She laid her cane down by Rosemary's name And polished the limestone, coloring two-toned Rapture and capture her reverent reveries She escapes, a silent sun on her face Like silver and gold, we count till we're old Mountains are blooming, tentatively tuning Somebody sighed while the whites of her eyes Were laughing, look how subtle she sings Don't you play like a last summer day When the night crawls down the seams Lately I've wondered with me and my blunders What you must fear when you dream Before November can blister December Won't you sing like a blue bird, crooning an afterward Dust were you made and from dust you shall be Like cannonballs, wasting the words on the walls Don't you play like a last summer day When the night crawls down the seams Lately I've wondered with me and my blunders What you must fear when you dream Don't you play like a last summer day When the night crawls down the seams Lately I've wondered with me and my blunders What you must fear when you dream