Strong arms wrapped around a slender waist,
living like we always said we would.
Falling down into the sweetest sand,
and God doesn't it feel so good?
Dancing in this summer rain,
hands held to keep out November's snow.
April rolls around again,
and tells us that it's almost time to go.
Train stations and telephone booths,
take our pictures to remember Here and Now.
The clock sings in the background, melody,
don't know the who, what, or the how.
But everything is falling
like these crispy autumn leaves.
Too bad it's all just a made up fairy tale..
and it only lives in my dreams.
