My Bouquet of Memories

Woke up from a kind of dream where I felt the comfort of sound I saw the purest of everything And I don't ever want to come down Down Down Down The sky fell and the trees, they swayed, and The leaves painted the ground I thought I heard your laughter carried in the wind It was the sweetest sound Sound Sound Sound It all comes back quietly like A quickly moving cloud I thought I'd get you out of my head but Here you are hanging around Around Around Around