Sweater Weather - Parks

She lives next door in the ivy-covered house

On the rooftop, confident, sleeping in the warmth

Through the trees and the autumn colored leaves

She tells me stories of when she was a queen

We could run

But there’s nowhere else to go

Tell me dear

Go on, go on, go on

Beautiful you are

Too close to not be holding hands

Throwing consequence aside

In your coat fighting off the frozen air

We’re sure of ourselves

Sure of it now

You had to know

That I was fond of you

Tell me dear

Go on, go on, go on

Beautiful you are

You could say that I want you to

Like I know

You do, you do, you do

Go on