Pear trees bloom for two weeks in April.
Do you think we can last that long?
How many days to go
Until we hit that slow
Let go, going, gone?
While the blossoms still cling to their branches
While the leaves still beam lemon green
While we don't know any better
Let's say
There's no space in between.
The trees are always
White.
It's springtime forever
Or at least for one more night.
And if we hold hands when we sleep,
We can dream the same dream.
There's no space here at all in between.
In between.
Grab your bike.
We're crossing the East River.
All the bikes make the bridges sway.
What do we know of June?
It's Sunday afternoon.
Ride with me and pray.
There's no space in between.
The trees are always
White.
It's springtime forever
Or at least for one more night.
And if we hold hands when we sleep,
We can dream the same dream.
There's no space here at all in between.
In between.
In between.
Tell me, dear, if you caught my spring fever.
In between.
Do you feel like you're seventeen?
In between.
Do you think that maybe somewhere, somehow
There's no space in between?
The trees are always
White.
It's springtime forever
Or at least for one more night.
And if we hold hands when we sleep,
We can dream the same dream.
There's no space here at all in between.
In between.
In between.
In between.
Pear trees bloom for two weeks in April.
In between.
Do you think we can last that long?
Can we last that long?
(Can we last that long?)
In between.
In between.
In between.
In between.
In between.