Strollin' past the Daffodils. I won't forget how it feels. To be lost in the maze.. . Laying on the sunkissed patch. Of grass we found round the back.
Darling can you hear me can you open up your eyes. And see that every move I make is a dance just for your gaze. That every single action is a means not to emend.
You woke up in a distant neighborhood. Who faded long ago, had once been good to you. The same old cars were riding in the drive. You looked down at your hands and saw the lines.