The Ground Beneath Her Feet

I did not think you would leave before me

When I bought that first glass of lemonade

You took my hand, and I emerged a boy freed

From my doubts and said, "Love is to be made."

The lemonade may fade

With the memories we made

But not ever the street

Or the ground beneath your feet

I never imagined your dad could cry

His voice terrifying us with its boom

Across the street, we both tried

To find each other in our rooms

The lemonade may fade

With the memories we made

But not ever the street

Or the ground beneath your feet

I was only pretending to be gone

When you told me it breaks your heart in two

I can't remember for how long

We doubted each other like fools

The lemonade may fade

With the memories we made

But not ever the street

Or the ground beneath your feet

Not ever the ground beneath your feet (nor the street)

Not ever the ground beneath your feet (nor the street)

Not the ground beneath your feet (the ground beneath your feet)