| Night falls and I am gathered once again
|
| Going deep into the ricochet of yesteryear
|
| Dwelling on the one place that I know to be long gone
|
| Come see the corners of the property
|
| I was walking along the old rock, ooh
|
| Looking through the gaps in the vine, tangled fins
|
| When I saw her standing there
|
| Suddenly young with dark brown hair
|
| Suzanne, why do we dream of it?
|
| Suzanne, oh dear Suzanne
|
| Suzanne, why are we taken back?
|
| Suzanne, oh dear Suzanne
|
| La, di, da, early love
|
| Come see the corners of the property
|
| Some nights later I am gathering once again
|
| This reverie is reoccurring
|
| On the ceiling, hand painted flowers
|
| And in my heart, galloping horses
|
| There was a day, forever lingers
|
| Like the scent of antique roses
|
| I can’t go back and say I want to
|
| But mental spirit keeps me haunted
|
| Suzanne, why do we dream of it
|
| Suzanne, oh dear Suzanne
|
| Suzanne, why are we taken back?
|
| Suzanne, oh dear Suzanne
|
| La, di, da, early love
|
| Come see the corners of the property
|
| La, di, da, early love
|
| Walk the corners of the property
|
| Some things cannot be understood
|
| Never quite taken in, you cannot leave them
|
| So do you want her, up in the high lakes
|
| Desert stand
|
| Beneath the pine trees
|
| A flock geese lost to an airplane
|
| A memory of what is yet to be
|
| This is music, this is madness
|
| Clear the room
|
| This is music, oh, this is madness
|
| Clear the room
|
| Clear the room
|
| Clear the room
|
| Clear the room
|
| Clear the room
|
| Clear the room
|
| Clear the room |