Let's return to the first time

A comatose affection sitting in the back of my mind

Coming and going with the tide

A simple misdirection on my side

Dream of ressurecting good times

The sun used to set and then rise

Now it only comes and hides

Every so often

I dream of the good times

When you laid out one liners

Old days

When you would say

Anything at all

 

The lingering doubts and words unsaid

Laying mutilated dead

Cut off before they could be led

Off the tips of our tongues

Instead they die young

A somber occassion

 

Every so often

I dream of the good times

When you laid out one liners

Old days

When you would say

Anything at all