Seasons came and went like love-driven conflicts
Dirt path junkies picked the summer from their teeth
Light separated white from green and the day was born
Crossing the fields in the dead of night allowed me to live in your footsteps
You laughed and threw your head back like a movie star
Flashes of purple and dark warm covers
I had never been so flooded with reason
We danced like it was 1955
I climbed through the skylight that night
Halls of gold showed me the way in
Shadow wrapped me up and kept me out
Too many hidden fires in this city
So much smoke and mirrors, you can't see four feet in front of you
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