715 - CRΣΣKS

Down along the creek

I remember something

Her, the heron hurried away

When first I breeched that last Sunday

Low moon don the yellow road

I remember something

That leaving wasn't easing

All that heaving in my vines

And as certain it is evening 'at is now is not the time

Ooh

Toiling with your blood

I remember something

In B, unrationed kissing on a night second to last

Finding both your hands

As second sun came past the glass

And oh, I know it felt right

And I had you in my grasp

Oh, then how we gonna cry

Cause it once might not mean something

Love, and second glance

It is not something that we'll need

Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds

But all I'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease

And I'll see you

Turn around, you're my A-Team

Turn around now, you're my A-Team

God damn, turn around now

You're my A-Team