We're gonna have pillow fights
in hotel rooms
and watch the colours spin
round and round
in the laundromat windows.
It'll be special,
'cause it'll be us.
You're my soap bubble wish
on a dandelion day
when the wind is swishing
with the willows.
We can dance in the tumult
of a heartbeat rain
and laugh at the moon
with her silken loneliness.
I'll chase away your monsters
and fill your closets with pretty things instead.
You can sing me to sleep
and whirl through my dreams
'cause you're my favourite thing in my head.
If I promise
then you'll promise
and we can always be best friends.
