April Skies - Ants

There’s a fine sense of humor

For how things went

I would build a DeLorean

to retry to do my best

Sometimes it needs to bet hard

We get along so well

Astral architectures

Make me sleep on your chest

You get angry often

I forget everything

Some would say that we are wrong

But I know you’re my queen

April skies are easy

To turn into rain

If it serves to be with you

I’d do it all over again

We start a fire inside

I met your mama

I met your rage

You saw my drama

That kept me in a cage

Every night we spend together

Every day that we live

I would just give you

Half of what you give to me

We start a fire inside