Garden Path

Down the garden path,
Windy Sunday afternoon,
Hidden by the trees,
We go to wait there for the moon,
Down the garden path we go,
Oh our days are simple ,
And the minutes seem like hours,
Innocence is not yet lost,
Yet lost among the flowers,
Down the garden path we go,
The sun is on fire,
I'm watching it burn,
The world is on fire,
I'm learning it hurt
As the sun goes down,
We awaken from our sleep,
Everything must come to an end,
And so must this mid-summer's dream,
Down the garden path we go,
The sun is on fire,
I'm watching it burn,
The world is on fire,
I'm learning it hurt
Always had a place where we could hide,
Never had to answer to the world outside,
Never gonna love like that again,
Never loved a boy like I loved you then.
Summer came around and my walls came down,
Summer didn't last and I'm all cried out,
Never gonna love like that again,
Never loved a boy like I loved you then.