in the blurry dawn
how we carry on
never giving thought to the waning of days
is it time for school?
is the work all done?
will mother soon be calling us
to lie in our bunks?
gone away are those days
in the month arcane
our manor was ablaze
tried to save the day but our legs were lame
when i got the news
took a girl like you
wore our fancy shoes
to the freedom parade
gone away are those days
i was forest green
you were tangerine
time to dream our dreams
but our dreams were all wrong
full of emptiness
but how you wore that dress
and how you jumped into my lap
and sang me that song