Letra de Secret Picnic Spot
There's a secret picnic spot A place for us to greet To stretch out our feetIf we go there now With blanket and basket Lay down in the tall grass Spread our things out and feast Meet the setting sun with our blank slate My distractions concentrated on an eight by six piece of wool As darkness seeps through the trees And spreads over our secret picnic spot We'll dig in Dig with our hands, tearing the roots Digging, scraping, diggingThe moon comes up howling Racing, digging, scraping Breezing dark across the sky Caught in the branches Swaying up and over Through the clouds and blackStarless SecretBasket turned broomstick A hayride across the big blue and black Buried, deep mounds of dirt and stardust covering up Eight by six piece of wool draped over fine lines The curves of a feastThis is our secret picnic spot Turned inside out and made pure By the heavy wind and rustling leaves From now till we greet again Joining hands and feet Tender teeth, digging and scraping Tender feastMoonlight sway Over all