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