Anywhere

I don't care,
I could go anywhere with you,
And I'd probably be happy
Bright Eyes

Our Home

I'm going to build you a tree house
with all the sweat equity I've saved 'til now
so that way we can climb, every day
Our garage will be this:
our bikes tied to the tree trunk below
And we'll keep flowers in dichroic glass pots
that we've blown with our very own lips