Fantasy #127 In F# Major Lyrics - David Arn

I wanted to transport my life to you in Amherst 

Even if my car was too small, my feelings could not be reversed 

When you hunger for touch you can be misled 

I could be wrong here's what I think you said 

If you come with me, your soul is revealed 

You take a chance in the mine field 

And must learn to fly over bare wires that lay concealed 

We only had a weekend, impossible to extend. 

Then Sue warned me of men you dismissed 

Who were doomed to hike mountains to view what they missed 

Still I swore I could restore your perfection again 

By crossing my fingers and dropping names of my friends. 

The churchyard was ancient, we were drinking wine, trees were turning red 

Baby,oh baby, it's cold, let's get warm instead. 

There was only one thing to fear in that place 

Our eyes might do less talking in coming days 

The cold was too real, I didn't know what to feel 

So my heart kept its eyes peeled 

For safer places to lay down its sword and shield 

We only had a weekend, sundown was brilliant at the end 

You proudly proclaimed a toast to heartbreak and fame, 

The words were sublime but brave just the same 

Then you said you felt fine, like when you were eleven or ten 

And someone should take pictures before the light changed again