Blondie Blonde

A little flame out in the back
the wind is howling, where I’m at.
Across the lake I see
the shadows from the trees are swaying fast.
And now their tune has reached my ear,
I grip my heart and not my fear
the twenty-something white tailed deer
are singing, silent, in the yard.
Blondie blonde, just take my hand
and we’ll fly out across the land,
out into space with me.
I’ll grab a pen and write it down,
the words are flying all around,
I’ve got not time to breathe.
Don’t stop, I’m freezing.
The heap of wood is growing tall.
I wonder if we’ll burn it all.
The colors pour out of the winter sun
from purple to red.
I feel your fragile little core,
it’s warmer than I’ve felt before.
The chimney smell and carboard burning in the street-
I wouldn’t change it.
Hey Blondie blonde, it’s all alright
the walls are burning with the light.
It softly falls on you.
And simple words I get confused,
I got no speech for me and you,
nothing like one is two.
Hey Blondie blonde you better layer up,
there’s wine and blankets in my truck.
You say, «What a nice surprise.»
And Starry Night, you better show your face,
it’s clear and crisp we’re gonna float in space.
Yea, we’ve done that a time or two.
And we won’t catch a cold.
My blondie blonde, she says to me,
«Let's find a place right by the tree.
Nobody’s here.»
The fire puts us both to sleep, warm, on the floor.