Oh well. You've got me under your spell. And I dont think that I'm kidding around. I don't think I can forget you now. I once sat up on my roof, examined the planning of my town. Saw the structured grid and pavement cutting through grass. Remembered the cold of winter running up the legs of my pants. Picked the nicest lawn and imagined the two of us rolling around. Saw myself touch your face, and I noticed jets begin to race above our heads. I guess the the only thing we need sometimes are chilly nights and warmer thighs. Cause nothing is like being held sometimes.