- She wore that dress like it was a Saturday,
pretty as a summer rose picked in the morning
and he held her had like she was a mystery,
one he couldn’t quite believe
was walking with him.
They were high up on a hill,
with something to say and daylight to kill,
time slips away the way that it will.
Around and around dancing round the question posed,
flip a coin and watch it go down into the wishing well.
Two-steps, sunset there goes another day,
another chance to give away secrets they keep to themselves.
- Darkness falls without a sound
They come tumbling,