Remember when the sun would slip behind the trees
Sewing fancy shadows made from dancing leaves
Our first balloon ride in the midday breeze
We always understood there were no guarantees
'♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
I came to you unfinished with my childish ways
You were all panache with your silken bouquets
A beautiful stream of sunsets under autumn's gaze
It was you and I , creating our own maze
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦'
The cabin still stands out by Cemetery Hill
You carved a window box for the windowsill
Our ceiling of memories will minify the chill
On the mantle of tomorrow where time stands still
'♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
I've carefully placed you on the dashboard of time
Where onward and upward is the only way to climb
We'll draw the blueprints for pipe dreams sublime
While humming our song, about rosemary and thyme
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦'
It's time to go now; won't you take my hand
Across salt-misted orchards toward the hinterland
We'll fly to Easter Island where giant statues stand
In our vortex of infinity; one woman -- one man ♦
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
Remember when the sun would slip behind the trees
Sewing fancy shadows made from dancing leaves
Our first balloon ride in the midday breeze
We always understood there were no guarantees
'♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
I came to you unfinished with my childish ways
You were all panache with your silken bouquets
A beautiful stream of sunsets under autumn's gaze
It was you and I , creating our own maze
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦'
The cabin still stands out by Cemetery Hill
You carved a window box for the windowsill
Our ceiling of memories will minify the chill
On the mantle of tomorrow where time stands still
'♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
I've carefully placed you on the dashboard of time
Where onward and upward is the only way to climb
We'll draw the blueprints for pipe dreams sublime
While humming our song, about rosemary and thyme
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦'
It's time to go now; won't you take my hand
Across salt-misted orchards toward the hinterland
We'll fly to Easter Island where giant statues stand
In our vortex of infinity; one woman -- one man ♦
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