red.dahlia:
winter is coming.
red.dahlia:
if everything could ever feel this real forever.
red.dahlia:
I want to fly away but I'm stuck on the ground.
red.dahlia:
somewhere beyond the sea.
red.dahlia:
and we'll walk in the sun
red.dahlia:
next stop Vegas, please.
red.dahlia:
you wandered in and now i'm caught.
red.dahlia:
"playing my music in the sun."
red.dahlia:
flowers and sunshine and bright, happy wishes for you, Mo!
red.dahlia:
i saw you standing in the corner
red.dahlia:
"they will see us waving from such great heights"
red.dahlia:
the setting sun and music at the close
red.dahlia:
and i'm just waiting till the shine wears off.
red.dahlia:
remember me as a time of day.