Watch the leaves on the apple tree
Catch dapples on the dashboard
Shadows are a mystery
but there's enough in your world
See the sun spot hit the window
Put your glasses in their holster
Shade is different,
shade is the variable
Remember the Summer where we thought no wrong?
A wind blew through and we each caught love
I never thought it would last, personally
I never knew anything
Cause here we are taking turns talking over cold drinks.
Many miles into the afterwards
I still have mine, and you have yours
See the body in the wheelchair
Cast your eyes upon the blue sign
Get caught up in history
by counting every white hair
Slew of years already past you
Feel the parking post's stare
When did all the time leave
you never ever noticed
Oh,
There must have been some fun, then somewhere
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