715 - CR∑∑KS

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, that is now, is not the time, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh 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? And 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