Brown Park

Artists : Son, Ambulance : Brown Park

I want to sit with you at Brown Park. We can watch kids play baseball in the field below. My little boy likes the swing,the horse, and the sand. I'm sorry I swung so high if I brushed your hand. Just shake it off; we're vibrating on a hazel wire. They never taught us how to play. We learned to flow like the wind in waves.
I want to wait for you by the poolside. To tell a joke to make you laugh for so long. The pool was overfull; the people were diving and splashing in the water. They never taught us how to swim. We learned to drift on an endless brown sea, so easily. I want to play with you at Brown Park. Until the hills settle down in clean, fresh snow. Then I proud valleys turn into hills just in time. They never taught us how to sing. We learned to follow the drum inside.
They never taught us how to breathe. We learned to listen for the wind outside.