Satire's Inn

Living in the past hoping it would last this time Fingers through her hair remembering to care it's fine Started with a dance taking every chance to show That If I ever hide the feelings down inside she'll know That she is not just sweet and low She's the way that The flowers grow Or the rain Slightly kissed on your nose She's my brain At least all I've ever known Dying for her now thinking of just how she feels Finger to my name remembering the blame is real Ended with a cry start to wonder why she chose To leave it all behind the feelings that I tried to show That she is not just sweet and low She's the way that The flowers grow Or the rain Kissed upon your nose She's my brain At least all I've ever known