Enschede on Sunday

We're gonna have a picnic in the park.
You, and me, and all the people we love.
We're gonna have ginger ale or temulawak or anything you like.
I will walk on the sidewalk and you will hold my hand.
We're gonna stop by the ice cream parlor and taste the rum raisin flavor.
You will see a decent house and dream we are the oma opa who had the tea.
I stop by at the window of pizza restaurant and pretend we order margerita.
You stop as well, and steal a kiss.

And this is what I mean about I like to dream big.