Samuel
An open field that's framed with trees
We pick a spot and shoot the breeze
Success! Cam laughed at the book - or at least smiled a little. Sam turned to look down at his desk as Cam came in, pretending that he hadn't been watching, but the upturned corners of his mouth would give him away.
Sitting up when Cam approached the desk, he smiled and glanced outside at the street, as if he'd only just noticed the lectern himself. "You mean you can't read it?" Sam asked at first, frowning, but he'd never been very good at keeping up lies; within seconds he was laughing and shaking his head. "Sorry, I thought it would be a good joke for the season. Simple, but...harmless."
Gathering up the papers in his desk and tapping them on the surface to straighten them, he glanced further into the shop. "I haven't seen you in here before, have I? What's your name? I'm Samuel...Wordsworth, as you probably guessed from the sign."
Sitting up when Cam approached the desk, he smiled and glanced outside at the street, as if he'd only just noticed the lectern himself. "You mean you can't read it?" Sam asked at first, frowning, but he'd never been very good at keeping up lies; within seconds he was laughing and shaking his head. "Sorry, I thought it would be a good joke for the season. Simple, but...harmless."
Gathering up the papers in his desk and tapping them on the surface to straighten them, he glanced further into the shop. "I haven't seen you in here before, have I? What's your name? I'm Samuel...Wordsworth, as you probably guessed from the sign."
All we see is sky for forever
We let the world pass by for forever
