Fall short of words,
They haven't done us any good
Anyway!
Go back to three years ago
Find yourself and call me
And
Lets make ourselves
A Time Machine.
Travel back and forth
And keep things new,
Making love in eras,
Falling short of words,
Again!
Wander on stone roads,
Cement makes me sad
And
Do the happy dance,
Free fall; more dance!
That game of free fall...
Whisper in my ear,
Wait for me to laugh
And then again
Fall short of words;
For we've always left
The best things
Unsaid.
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