715 - CRΣΣKS

715 - CRΣΣKS
Down along the creek
I remember something
Her, the heron hurried away
When first I breeched that last Sunday (Ooh)
Low moon don the yellow road
I remember something
That leaving wasn't easing all that heaving in my vines
And as certain it is evening 'at is NOW is not the Time (Ooooh)

Toiling with your blood
I remember something
In B, un—rationed kissing on a night second to last
Finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass
And oh, I know it felt right and I had you in my grasp
Oh then, how we gonna cry?
Cause it once might not mean something?
Love, a second glance, it is not something that we'll need
Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
But all I'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease
And I see you
Turn around, you're my A Team
Turn around, now you're my A Team
God damn, turn around now
You're my A Team