Texty: Disco Biscuits. Minions.

Another dreamy summer dog day afternoon
running short of life from chasing after you
people scamper by, all avert their eyes and walk away

Building blocks of mountains hidden in your soul
and script a poem for you while I'm all alone
Thoughts that can't be stopped, my fingers hammer drop and type away

Baby I'm in space when I'm with you
Floating around nothing to do
maybe we can take a walk on the moon

Saw you look around to see who plays the game
And wishing I had spoken all I had to say
Through your squinted eyes you see through my disguise

Minions winding by and speeding down he road
Trees arms line the street while my arms wait below
Hope you'll fall inside and lay beside and float away

Baby I'm in space when I'm with you
Floating around nothing to do
maybe we can take a walk on the moon

Baby I'm in space when I'm with you
Floating around nothing to do
maybe we can take a walk on the moon