Words are so secondary
Compared to what's among us.
This conversant feeling lets us be divine.
Sounds carry us there where we all come from,
And we beam from within into one another.
Here is the summer
In Cookies Cream,
Coo-Cookies Cream.
Messages waft twinkling through the air,
So that we are connected in every distance.
Rubber bands made of feelings pull us through the night,
And the hours just take seconds to pass.
Here is the summer
In Cookies Cream,
Coo-Cookies Cream,
Coo-Cookies Cream.