I was sleeping on the ground in dreams
With you again
Until the sky gave into rain
Just like the days
We spent beside the highway
And we tortured my white shirt
With wildflower and dirt
And we laid in that field
When the world was neither real nor false
Our love was sure
For it existed long before
Our bodies twisted limbs in fields of rain
And we tortured my white shirt
With wildflower and dirt
The weather got much worse
And the clouds were black like hearses
Waiting for the day
To die so they could steal away
A summers worth of love to drown in rain
And we tortured my white shirt
With wildflower and dirt
And stained it with our love
But I still wear that shirt because
Those stains
Remind me of the summer rains
That washed us clean of love beside the highway
