This place is haunting
Your face is daunting

What surrounds us is beautiful decay
We'll never be that high
To look at it the same

I write about the past
Because it's the only thing that lasts
Like the parts of you I'll never get back
I loved it where we met
The garden with the muses
Watching your silhoutte
Dance to Spanish music
Summer was ending
But you were the beginning
Of every little spark in me turning into fire
Every little spark in me turning into fire

The waterfalls whispered your name
cs I watched you below
Wishing I could meet you again

I write about the past
Because it's the only thing that lasts
Like the hyperreal times
That moved so fast
I love it where we met
The garden with the tulips
Watching your cigarette dance to Spanish music
Summer was ending
But you were the beginning
Of every little spark in me turning into fire