You reminded me of a long-lost memory...
Your yellow dress and we danced.
One hot September afternoon
surrounded by bluegrass.
Champagne by the fire,
just outside the shower,
where our good friends would
sit and play guitar for hours.
While people come,
while people go.
Just another part of the show.
It's the music, it's the words, the voices never heard, that gives me inspiration
to keep on moving to the source responsible for this obstacle course.
You reminded me of a long-lost memory...
living under a blue sky of polyethylene
around a table painted chartreuse green.
Waging war, for land, with the twin peaks clan
but learn to call a stranger friend
and mmmm my friend you'll never fight again.
It's the music, it's the words, the voices never heard, that gives me inspiration
to keep on moving to the source responsible for this obstacle course.
You reminded me of a long-lost memory...
parachutes hanging from all the trees.
People gathered spreading love in harmony
while hour after passing hour
every body is building up
a world of their dreams.
Where every bodies free to sing.
It's the music, it's the words, the voices never heard, that gives me inspiration
to keep on moving to the source responsible for this obstacle course.
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