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



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Deyarmond Vernon
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