Somewhere, someone subsides in a calm cartoon,
Sleeping soundly to the serene social tunes,
Sings several strange birds and a single soft beat,
Surviving summer heat and sipping something sweet.

She starts a staring contest with the silent silhouette,
Shouting "see you later son", as they're swallowed by the sunset,
So I stretch my arm to her shoulder, surveying the coming night sky,
Surrounded by a sea of shining stars, pulling my sweetheart to my side.

Some could say serendipity, sublime, a strange sort of substance,
Somehow, these silly descriptions don't do my song justice,
Somewhere, some snuggly lovers sleep, sing and survive,
So long as we're together, through the sunsets and the sunrise.