I'm speaking of a time. Before it was black and white. And the grass still smelled of summer in the day. And I recall your silence. Your laughter in the dark. Moving through my mind where nothing stays. . And you're just like the picture on the wall. And I'm always on the other side. Waiting for it to fall. Dreaming of Savannah. Walking through the Cherokee groves. Some place in the dark in your arms. . Street cars ringing them bells. Pink clouds when I'm kissing your mouth. My memories going boom all over town. And there's history in them hills. But if magic isn't real. Well even bad roads lead to cherries in the south. . And you're just like the picture on the wall. And I'm always on the other side. Waiting for it to fall. Earthquake in the valley. Refrigerator starting to thaw. And I'm some place in the dark in your arms. Some place in the dark in your arms