Ed Prosek 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 light I see what I have lost
But I have thrown away
And brown eyes match the colour burnt grass on the plains
That filters out the light to where we lie
And I recall the somewhat distance sound of the beating of her heart
Must have been the purest sound I'd ever found
It's been a while since I've found the meaning of what I thought was love
Ohhhhhh
To the four side of the subway rail you and me alone again
Just enough to weaken my knees
And I lost you somewhere in between the silhouette and it's good just to hear your voice again
And I will reach across the stars to where you are and take you by the hand
I'll take you by the hand
Ohhhhhh
And our imprint on the grass is all we have
To bring us back to home at last
Our imprint on the grass is all we have
To bring us back to home at last
