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The garter snake passed lazily through the tall yellow-headed sourgrass |
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There was cold, clear water in a tall, clean glass |
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The sunlight hit the sides and it came through the water tilted |
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I saw the condensation on your hand |
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I could feel the glaciers melting |
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And a warm, soft wind |
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Covered up everything |
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On the day your love came screaming through me |
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You had oranges and lemons in a canvas bag beside you |
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And seven different kinds of light welling up inside of you |
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You smeared citrus pulp all over me, it felt okay |
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Good old east rutherford three thousand miles away |
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I felt the warm surge blast my mind |
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Coming in from behind |
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On the day your love came screaming through me |
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In the fresh light of day |
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I felt something falling away |
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On the day your love came screaming through me |
