One, two, three, four. . Underneath the lilac tree. I close my eyes and suddenly. I'm ten years old and running through. An open field, chasing after you.
Dark clouds coming, honey we go to the sea. Dark clouds coming, honey we go to the sea. Dark clouds coming, honey we go to the sea. Slip out the back door and leave our cars.
Well she's sitting on the edge of my bed. Taking her shirt off over her head. I should be somewhere else but i am right here instead. As this old scene unfurls.
Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is slipping away. We've come so far you know, God, how I wish I could stay. Hold my hand, little one, the feeling is coming again.
I'm goin' to a place, thoughts can't follow me. Down to a quiet place where my mind is free. Free from all suffering, free from my own name. And when I'm there I know we are all the same.