sonoma

the hills and valleys of my youth, have overgrown the coverup, the wrinkles that belong to me and you, and my face is all but fragile as my complexion turns to gravel, and my confidence has crumbled round my face, and in a different life i see, all i have thrown away, and a brown eyes match the burnt grass on the plains, and i recall the somewhat distance sound of the beating of her heart, must have been the purest sound i'd ever found, its been a while since i've found the meaning of what i thought was love, o oooo oooooo, oooooo oooooooooooo ooo, ooooooooo oooo, da lalalala, to the four side of the subway rail, you and me alone again, just enough to wake in my, and i lost you somewhere in between the silohetette and, just to hear your voice again, and i will reach across the stars to where you are, and take you by the hand, oooooooooo, i'll take you by the hand, dadadaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, dadadaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ahhhhh, woa woa woooooooa, woooa oooo ooooo oo, and i will imprint on the grass, is all we have, to bring us back, to home at laaast, our, inprint on the grass, is all we have, to bring us, baaaaack, to home, at laaaa aaa aaaast