(Head in a) Cloche

I recall a world askew
 With words to chew
 A breeze in the fall
 Tables made from family trees
 A fragrant seed
 A season of lungs
 Buckled nakedness
 A lovely mess
 A daisy breath we came for
 We took all we could feel and
 Never considered the deal
 But it was fun and
 We were numb indeed
 And we were laughing about it
 Watched in all drown in tequila
 Who's to say that it wasn't real life?
 Pulling it up, rolling it down with the wind in our mouths
 Safe in your personal corner
 Picking your favorite performer
 You long for all the same now how
 you're beaming now, you're beaming now
 All we had was time
 With the finger paint by the fireside in the rain
 You're missing it, missing it all
 It's done
 It's done
 All we had was time
 With the finger paint by the fireside in the rain
 You're missing it, missing it all
 It's done
 It's done