brass buttons

brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes, warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues, and the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair, brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes, my mind was young until she grew, my secret thoughts known only by a few, it was a dream much too real to be leaned against too long, all the time, i think she knew, her words still dance inside my head, her comb still lies beside my bed, and the sun comes up without her, it just doesn't know she's gone, oh, but i remember everything she said, brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes, warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues, and the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair, brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes