Serenade - Tribe

I am painting here with the lights off

Making swirls with the paintbrush

You say-what could this be of?

We’re laughing, neighbors they make fuss

Then you serenade me

Lucky lucky me

You are lagging behind in the dark wood

I turn, retrace all my footsteps

You leap out from a tall tree

I jump, a plot just to kiss me

I am waiting still as the nights are

Listening, practice your guitar

Watching all of the sky’s stars

Listening, practice your guitar