Sepia Swirl

We found out the hard way
And laid in the yard, babe
And painted our faces blue
And ran through the garden
And raised up our arms when
We saw the sun shine through
When the breeze blows
And the cold weather grows
And the hummingbird that sang our tune exits the room
Seasons they come and they go
The ivory path turns to stone
You painted my world
The almond shaped eyes of a girl
Walked through the sepia swirl and opened the door