Hem Of Her Dress

So here we go again

I know how this one ends

It's a phone call from someplace far away

You say you found yourself

Oh, in someone else

And she makes you forget about the rain

Her eyes are a golden hue

And everything you knew

Slips away at the hem of her dress

As I was passing by

That old mountain side

It turned to dust at my feet

So I am incomplete

So loud and so discreet

You tried to pinpoint me, I guess that was your mistake

Too much whiskey

Too much honey, too much wine

I learned some things never heal with time

I've been waiting here

Feels like a million years

And I'm a photograph that you forgot you took

But I remember spring

I remember everything

Oh, I guess that's the way it goes

(Here we go!)

Lalalalalala lalalalalala

Lalala la lalalala lalala