
Date of issue: 26.04.2015
Song language: English
Alta Falls |
On the second day of June |
Beneath an almost crescent moon |
We played echoes with the fireflies |
You were almost 17 |
On the bright side of a dream |
Blowing kisses to the paperboy |
And a ribbon that we drew |
On Magnolia Avenue |
Was September before they washed away |
We were driving in the dark |
Getting lost in Echo Park |
Heard the 'elujahs on the radio |
At the tolling of a bell |
With rays of sunlight, morning fell |
Clouds cast shadows on the fields below |
All my words come tumbling down |
Like violets in your curls |
Oh, maybe it’s just this kind of man |
That goes diving for a pearl |
'Til all my shackles and chains come off |
I’m welded to the world |
Was that so long ago? |
With my ankles in the sand |
Holding water in my hand |
Disappearing beneath the shallow sea |
You were running with balloons |
Some were yellow, some were blue |
Tied a message and you let them go |
What I wanted to convey |
When there was more than I could say |
Was how beautiful I thought that was |
You were almost 17 |
On the bright side of a dream |
Blowing kisses to the paperboy |
All my words come tumbling down |
Like violets in your curls |
Oh, maybe it’s just this just this kind of man |
That goes diving for a pearl |
'Til all my shackles and chains come off |
I’m welded to the world |
All my leaves come autumning down |
Like mountains full of birds |
Maybe it’s just this just this kind of man |
That goes diving for a pearl |
'Til all my wheels and gears come off |
I’m welded to the world |
Was that so long ago? |
Was that so long ago? |