Just let the memories fade away
And tell me all the things you'd never say.
No fret, no discipline
Flowers will crown your head
In a our own dreamy May.
Allow me to be the catcher
Of all those harmful dreams
As we lay on my hammock
With your worn out jeans.
Monday nights never felt so good
Once we all forgot
What we were told.
Give reassurance
Give a definition
Of what we need
For a resurrection.
"Hakuna Matata"
Is what you'll say
After running in the fields
In our dreamy May.
"Hakuna Matata"
Is what you'll say
After running in the fields,
After runnin' all day.
Waking up
With a Barbie doll face
Couldn't compare
And couldn't replace
That little scar
Behind your ear.
It wouldn't compare
And couldn't replace
The alive tired girl
Which I hold dear.
