Sunny days really never change..
But yet I remember them diffrently as a kid..
They seem to hold more magic..

Moonlit nights really never change..
But yet I remember them diffrently as a kid..
They seem to hold more luster for the soul..

I remember you asking me what my favorite color was..
I smiled and said storm on the horizon blue..
It was then you smiled back and said that was also your favorite color also..
And that you described such a blue in the same words I did..

I see a storm coming in from the north..
Those blues remind me of you..
I wonder if you feel the same..
The magic is still there..