And love, it would seem, is a skill.
I walk through these summer nights with you
Telling you about my favorite mystery,
Of a cherry petal snowfall
In the hottest days of June
There are some voices, some singers
Who can pull you through time into
A faded and dusty aching feeling
Through the decades you go spinning backwards
Open your heart, it's about to begin
And listening to the radio by the open window
You beam out your purity to the stars
And the unimpeachable feeling
They had it right, it's like white lines
Of rain slashing through a dry night
And if someone did it once,
They did it for everyone, we have all succeeded,
We are all sent reeling, we are all caught up,
And nothing, no nothing can stop us now.
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