Enough With The NightTime

Let's blow the hours out of proportion, and pilot planes we've never boarded,

but let's never stop being sincere.

Let's hug awkwardly in the daytime, where people would look at us and think,

Is something happening here?

I'd rather let 'em guess, since I figure only the dark hours know,

which lately have been flowering quite queer.

But soon as summer's landed, in the gale of a glowing reunion,

the ground won't taste even a single tear.