I felt the grass on my chest in the open field
 And I knew there was nothing left for me to feel
 Airplanes above cross the sky under a haze
 In the morning time we didn't think about our days

 The wind was blowing through our hair as we lied down
 And we could feel under our backs that the earth was round
 Lazy today, lazy tonight and later on
 All we had to do was nothing at all, under the sun