Grass is high, yearning to sky. Wet morning mist, was I kissed? Ray of light in my eyes. Black water, like silk. Trees lift me up to be loved. Can you reach me? Lean over. Soft and hard on the ground. Put me down, put me down. Honey dew lips, sticky fingertips. Flowers red, green bed. Dark leaves on my feet. White clouds in my head. Trees lift me up to be loved. Can you reach me? Lean over. Soft and hard on the ground. Put me down, oh, put me down.
 

The Sweptaways minns ...

... ett av våra första rep. Med en orgel i en källare på Holländargatan. Sedan vidare i en Volvo. Om det nu var samma kväll. Sent 2003 eller tidigt 2004.