sights and sounds
pull me back down
another year
i was here
whipping past,
the reflecting pool,
me and you
skipping school.
but then we make it up
as we go along
we make it up as we go along.
you said -
you've raced from langley -
pulling me underneath
a cherry blossom canopy.
do i have,
of course i have,
beneath my raincoat,
i have your photographs.
and the sun on your face,
i'm freezing that frame.
and somewhere alfie cries
and says "enjoy his every smile
you can see in the dark
through the eyes of laura mars"
"how did it go so fast"
you'll say,
as we are looking back;
and then we'll understand
we held gold dust
in our hands.
1 comment:
curioso... aqui há umas semanas, calhou esta "gold dust" no meu random do media player e ficou nela umas 10 vezes seguidas (obviamente, já não em random). mas, agora que leio a letra,... such a synchrony we've got, honey*
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