When the moon surrenders a final glow
Haze of reverie
By the corner store
where we used to go
Under temple trees
Haze of reverie
By the corner store
where we used to go
Under temple trees
A cold reminder
I'm lost to find
her
I recall a promise from younger years
To return again
But the
guarantee seemed to disappear
Was it all pretend
A cold reminder
I'm lost
to find her
Over clouds I fly alone
I'm coming home
For a revival
Of the
time when we would stay
In bed all day
Under the covers
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