Justin Mandell - "Prism Sunday" lyrics

Pleasure is a simple thing.
Sun bright, bright on everything.
The grass is wet, the birds do call.
To my right an oak leaf falls, I swear.
Everywhere, everywhere.
Whispering to my newfound friend.
Blowing soft, softly never end.
The grass is wet, the birds do call.
To my right an oak leaf falls, I swear.
Everywhere, everywhere.

On my prism sunday.