715 creeks

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, un-rationed 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, a 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 see you
Turn around now, you're my A-Team
Turn around now, you're my A-Team
God damn, turn around now
You're my A-Team