Who are you little I
You throw your dreams in blue
Open fingers blooming flowers from a love so true


The perfect way to end the day
October sun runs gently on the plain

Watch the trains fly
Whisper wave goodbye


We give ourselves in innocence
The young city let us in
We feel our lives begin at seventeen


You are adorned of all things sweet
Far beyond far beyond complete

But feel a little old for seventeen

The paint by number begs me number two

But it could never see you as I do
Silky Sensual
I will paint you blue


You lick your lips and slowly tease your hair
Drink your glass of wine

You fake your innocence
And fool me every time


We give ourselves in innocence
The young city let us in
We feel our lives begin at seventeen


You are adorned of all things sweet
Far beyond far beyond complete

But feel a little old for seventeen