Dynamite In White

If I could climb in to a song it'd be one that you sing Your voice, it soothes like morning dew on fresh new grass in Spring Its fragrance is of lilacs that bathe my sense of smell In beautiful aromas, pure bliss under its spell An aural sonic palette of colors that delight If I could climb in to your song I'd live there day and night I'd weave within its melody, unhindered and unbound I'd place an orange orchid on the cords that make its sound If I could climb into a song it'd be one that you sing And never would I leave again, content in everything