In my childish dream, we live in a house on a hill
Your hair blows in the wind
We wake up on the same bed
How simple is life
Orange juice on your lips
Rosemary in our soup
We make dinner together
Quietly, on the hills, we laugh
We sit on the porch
My head in your lap
Nothing bad has ever happened to us
In my tenderest dreams, it doesn't have to be so hard
















