We'll call it a "Love Ruckus"

When the sunlight slips back through the blinds and makes patterns on the floor
When we can open our doors again without fear of Mother Nature
When things come up from the ground instead of down from the sky
That’s when we’ll attack
We'll set out with our glitter gluey fingers and our marker marked up arms
And we’ll tie-dye the hearts of the people who say they don’t like to smile.