I wish I could return to the days of
old
Before they became bitter and cold
Little boy with childish games I
despise
Is just what I need to get by
I
remember the blonde with fire in her
soul
And the golden haired priestess
trapped in her hole
We grew older but kept
in touch
Even though we never saw each
other much
The last hurrah, or so I'd
say
Was the greatest time back in the
day
Two connected by soul, all connected
by love
You didn't need to say it, twas
in the stars above
But now we're gone,
no longer a four
Tearing at the seams, we
are no more
The two in love still share
their fate
But the little boy has too
much hate
The fiery girl never seemed to
care
About the prietess with blonde hair
So they no longer speak, which is a
shame
They could be sisters they're so
the same
The happy little foursome is not
passed on
But the memory in the air still
plays our song ©1999 by
me...certain doom to all those who steal...
