A blanket lay...Out for us,
We were only fourteen,
We sat together,
We ate together,
And lazed the day away,
It was hot in the heat,
Around the crickets beat,
And your fingers were laced around mine,
The moment we shared,
Why would we care?
It was perfect in the middle of May.
A bag it sits...Out for us,
We were only fifteen,
We talked together,
We packed together,
And I pictured the world of dreams,
It was deathly cold,
As the waves did unfold,
With your fingers still laced around mine,
The moment we shared,
Was there something there?
It was lonely in the middle of Wales.
A picture it hangs...Out for us,
We were only sixteen,
We'd danced together,
We'd kissed together,
And brought the new year in,
You moved toward me,
With a secret decree,
Clasping your fingers around mine,
The moment we shared,
Why was I scared?
It was different in the middle of the night.
Now I stand at the field of poppies, waiting...Out for you,
We were only seventeen,
We had been together,
We had seen together,
And now we were falling apart,
Behind the perfect picture,
There was a snarling stricture,
Your fingers digging against mine,
The moment we shared,
There was nothing there,
It was empty but I'll be okay.
A blanket lay...Out for me,
I was only seventeen,
I sat alone,
I ate alone,
And lazed the day away,
It was hot in the heat,
Around the crickets beat,
With my fingers laced around the bottle,
The moment was rare,
I had time to spare
It was perfect in the middle of May.
