I'm speaking of a time Before it was black and white And the grass still smelled of summer in the day And I recall your silence Your laughter in the dark Moving through my mind where nothing stays And you're just like the picture on the wall And I'm always on the other side Waiting for it to fall Dreaming of Savannah Walking through the Cherokee groves Some place in the dark in your arms Street cars ringing them bells Pink clouds when I'm kissing your mouth My memories going boom all over town And there's history in them hills But if magic isn't real Well, even bad roads lead to cherries in the south And you're just like the picture on the wall And I'm always on the other side Waiting for it to fall Earthquake in the valley Refrigerator starting to thaw And I'm some place in the dark in your arms Some place in the dark in your armsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
