715 - CRΣΣKS

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'll see you
Turn around, you're my A-Team
Turn around, now, you're my A-Team
God damn, turn around now
You're my A-Team.