So you despise the sky
for proving the weatherman lies...

It was the way he smiled
with those eager blue eyes...

Love is not
for the weak-hearted...

Writing la la la la
la la...

Familiar translucent swirls
of a crisp new season...

Oh, how the heart loses its grace
and foams about the mouth...

On this fourth I love you,
and my heart reacts like a sparkler...

You're as giving as stone;
pretty to behold...

I'm just a country girl
searching for some truth...

I find it quite peculiar
the way you blow kisses in my hair...

He thought I didn't notice
the words on his tongue were impaired...

There are many layers
to the human soul...