Sunshine falls on your braided hair
As you loathe your soft goodbyes
And your scent wreaks on my lips scared
And I know I'll miss you tonight
Run my fingers down your back
As your goosebumps protrude
Let me stroke the sides of your neck
Let me be your man of truth
And in these days, I am with you
Skipping in the streams of stagnant blue
And I hear your footsteps running through
From the kitchen into our bedroom
We will sell your war paintings
You will be my heart's delight
Cause you're the muse
For me to amuse
Oh, you're the muse
For me to amuse