She strolled across a kitchen floor and stopped into the yard

And picked some flowers by the door But, man, her voice was hard

They sang those long and tuneful songs, In that way they would dream dreams,

In that way they would dream dreams, live life as sharp as any knife

Dream dreams and live with nothing left to give

The love you shared with some, the chimes you rang, the songs you sang

Can you come back

The love was a circle small

Can you come back

We.....miss....you

We shared the rainy streets at night

When where was no song to play