We edged along the shallow lake
Bubbled softly in the wake
Nothing here is yours to take
Nothing here is yours to take
We stumbled down between the rocks
Further than we'd ever walked
We may never get close again
So we sat and breathed it in
To belong to a moment
Is better than to want it
People I've met and places I've been
I miss everything I've seen
I miss everything I've seen
All the weight that we've carried
Everyone that we've buried
People I've met and places I've been
I miss everything I've ever seen
Well we hoped that we could stay
We breathed in smoke and drank all day
Smoke ran out and the booze did too
So we left to find something new
Our spirits were high but our feet were sore
Built a fire and we drank some more
but Out with the flames and in with the dew
Woke up with both my arms around you
Oh I hope that we can make it through
Coast along together after our youth
If every dream comes back to you
I'll miss everything you used to do
Well I pray my dreams find me first
Not having you around me's so much worse.
"Fever Days" - Great Bloomers, from the album Speak of Trouble
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