I remember it well. I would never budge 'till Spring crep over me winder sill. But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. Knowing I'm on the street where you live. No, it's just on the street where you live.
People stop and stare.
For there's no-where else on earth that I would rather be. 1 Don't talk of stars burning above. Tell me no dreams filled with desire. Don't talk of love lasting through time. Make me no undying vow.