Cicadas - Little May

Thought I saw you where you once found those cicadas

But you hide much better than me

I doubt that you’d be there at all

Here is where I get the quiet, keep it on your tongue

And you let it slide out, out

Three years, July, where you scratch my back

And then you scratched mine

Today’s no wine, see the honest eyes again

Why you on my mind again?

Here is where you took my high, left it in the smoke

And you let it dry out

Three years, July, where you scratch my back

And then you scratched mine

Today’s no wine, see the honest eyes again

Why you on my mind again?

Thought I saw you where you once found those cicadas

But you hide much better than me

I doubt that you’d be there at all

Here is where I get the quiet, keep it on your tongue

And you let it slide out, out

Three years, July, where you scratch my back

And then you scratched mine

Today’s no wine, see the honest eyes again

And I don’t ever want to leave your side

Three years, July, where you scratch my back

And then you scratched mine

Today’s no wine, see the honest eyes again

And I don’t ever want to leave your side