I drink myself back to my youth and try to summon you
And as the radiator hums a grown-up tune
A memory, like a radio, is coming through
A rose-colored window with a
Sentimental view
You and me high in the burning cold
Bottle rockets fired up and ready to go
I remember we were paranoid the whole damn world would blow
Now every winter sky has tales to tell
Every stormy night rings a memory bell
Every snow drop soaking through my shoes
The memory bells start ringin' and I'm back to you
Tonight the sky is black as carbon and the stars are shinin' through
The full moon smiles bright
Polyester, insinuating June
And while the radiator hums a grown-up tune
A memory, like a radio, is coming through
A rose-colored window with a sentimental view
Rollin' on a blanket on a hot roof top
Drinkin' whiskey out of empty cans of pop
Drownin' out the world with your tape deck stereo
Now every summer sky has tales to tell
Every starry night rings a memory bell
Sun kissed sidewalks burnin' through my shoes
The memory bells start ringin' and I'm back to
First moves and fixed eyes,
And drawn-out goodbyes
Back to the burn of longing bones
When hearts stopped and lungs filled
Under half moons on Summer hills
Aching bodies and nothing in between
Back to suitcase dreams and Friday plans
To falling lace in nervous hands
My sleeveless flowered dress on canyon floors
Back before time turned on us
And changed our minds and love to dust
Before our wounds were too grown-up to mend
Back before the scent of rain
And startled memories in my brain
Of last goodbyes and looks of soft regret
Back before
Every teary sky had tales to tell
Every lonely night rang a memory bell
Every raindrop kindled thoughts of you
Before I needed memories to get back, I go back
When July summer skies have tales to tell
When ocean melodies rang a memory bell
Every lazy Sunday afternoon
Those memory bells start ringin' and I'm back to you
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