After the parting They burnt the letters Sacks and bags Envelopes and folders No one wanted to read The significance inside.
I slid down the side Of the velvetine covered bed And sat amongst my treasures On a brown wooden floor If tears could break a vase Mine would all be shattered.
Remember when I told you I could blend in anywhere. Another Lie. You see, I'm really not the modern type. I saw all your nifty antiques. I didn't think you were modern either. Guess I was wrong.
lazily we walk hand in hand the golden sun streaming through the trees your kisses sweeter than honeysuckle the hazy scent of lilac blossoms filling the air bees join us the flowers are singing immersed in the beauty of our love.