quesadilla

i must've tumbled out of a plane

cause i free-fell all year

my chute is blooming out like spring

and i'm nowhere now

but here

but i've seen your long hair come down

it turned my head inside out

and i want you

i want you

i still do

your wrists were bound in my hands

water washed around our naked feet

your blue jeans over in the sand

and we were wrestling in our picnic blanket sheets

but i've seen your long hair come down

it turned my head inside out

and i want you

i want you

i still do

i still

i still do

i've seen your long hair come down

and it turned my head inside out

when i've seen your long hair come down

turned my head inside out