Peach Lavender Girl

Peach lavender girl
And a boy who’s stuck in older times
Holding on to a shell
That you found by the riverside
Where you danced in the storm
You held his hand in yours
Hazel eyes a little green
We can run but we won’t get far in our wet jeans

In my heart i write stories
When i close my my eyes i see
A silhouette in a rocking chair
But i’d rather see you there
If i could talk to the birds
That are hiding in the trees
Maybe they could show me
How to set this feeling free

I can try
To let this die