These memories are funny, frozen in honey, sleeping the whole winter long

When the Spring takes a hold & starts kissing the cold, the honey starts glowing & thaws

Then the breeze starts to carry the sound of canaries, & a sweet scent that's achingly strong.

The honey once frozen is now liquid gold, & it floats up & coats the full moon.

I am transported back to lying in the grass with you before we said "so long", so long ago.

Oddly enough, the first smell of a skunk blows the dust off the memory trunk.

If I can catch the latch before it closes, these old water-color paintings of us are exposed, & the lavender light drips off the roses for a while.

I'm getting into bed, but I'm already dressed. The plans are all in place to get no rest.

When it's finally quiet I start to stir, tip-toeing silently down the stairs.

Quietly slide the glass door behind me, into the midnight wonder,

open wide.

There's a nervous little girl waiting in her room

for a nervous little boy in the midnight blue

Gliding through the night, guided by moonlight

Sliding through the shadows as fast as I could

from the Willow Grove to the Willow Wood

Gliding through the night, guided by moonlight

Exhilarating, anticipating your silhouette at the door

Sweet parade of 4 feet tip-toeing up to the 2nd floor

Sweet vibration of hidden whispers behind the bedroom door

Sweet sensation, just lying beside you, on your bedroom floor.

Heightening the danger, heightening the risk

Heightening the senses tangled in a kiss

Remembering the caution that we threw to the wind is only

Heightening the pedestal where the memories live

Tangled up with you, tangled childhood,

tangled in the trees over Tanglewood.

Heartbeat skipping, teenage lips meet

Both of our eyelids slowly eclipsing

Into the darkness, into the mist, into my memories, into the bliss

These are the moments that I still wish

I could recapture & I could relive

Inside the pauses, of a song that goes like this..

Two kids under the moon, under a spell until too soon..

& we can here the first sounds of birds in the dark

Two kids in Michigan, smiling at dawn

Till their next secret meeting, they're smiling & yawning

Glowing exhausted, floating across this little town

Two kids in Michigan, covered in summer

Daydreaming the kiss again, smothered in each other

& glowing exhausted, floating a foot off the ground

I'm just waiting for the sun to go down

Cause it's revived by the summer moonrise

I travel back to the lavender light

It's kinda funny what the honey holds tight

We're both waiting for the sun to go down

It comes alive with the summer moonrise

I travel back into the lavender light

Isn't it funny what the honey holds inside?

I remember you under the summer moonlight

I remember you glowing in the lavender light

In my memory bank there's a secret deposit,

Buried in your backyard & hidden in your closet.

Priceless nostalgia is the key to withdraw it

on the nights in the summer, when the honey is thawed,

& it's perfectly still..

I love you for this, & I always will.