I wanna miss you lonely as a desert sea. Sparkle like a star, stranger in a faraway land. Pockets tall his hands up, feet stock right where he stands.
Take me to the lens to vie. Let the waters rush out to tide. Well, this is all a dream. And I'll let it all go. Tell me how I should decide. The face of a man who will drive this ride.
Watching leaves fall in September. The last time that I can remember. You smiling down on me. And the photographs that I had taken of. You in our old kitchen making love.