Tori Amos - Gold Dust

sights and sounds pull me back down another year - i was here i was here - whipping past the reflecting pool me and you, skipping school. And we make it up as we go along - we make it up we go along. You said - you raced from langley - pulling me underneath a cherry blossom canopy. Do i have- of course i have, beneath my raincoat, i have your photographs. And the sun on your face i’m freezing that frame and somewhere alfie cries and says “enjoy his every smile You can see in the dark through the eyes