715 - CR∑∑KS
Down along the creekI remember somethingHer, the heron hurried awayWhen first I breeched that last Sunday
Low moon don the yellow roadI remember somethingThat leaving wasn't easingAll that heaving in my vinesAnd as certain it is evening 'at is now is not the timeOoh
Toiling with your bloodI remember somethingIn B, unrationed kissing on a night second to lastFinding both your hands as second sun came past the glassAnd oh, I know it felt right and I had you in my grasp
Oh, then how we gonna cryCause it once might not mean somethingLove, a second glance it is not something that we'll needHoney, understand that I have been left here in the reedsBut 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-TeamTurn around now, you're my A-TeamGod damn, turn around now, you're my A-Team