715 - CR∑∑KS

Down along the creek, I remember something

Her, the heron, hurried away

When first, I breeched that last Sunday, ooh

Low moon don the yellow road

I remember something

That leaving wasn't easing all that heaving in my vines

And as certain it is evening, that is now, is not the time, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Toiling with your blood

I remember something

In B, un-rationed kissing on a night second to last

Finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass

And oh, I know it felt right, and I had you in my grasp

Oh then, how we gonna cry?

'Cause it once might not mean something?

And love, a second glance, it is not something that we'll need

Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds

But all I'm trying to do is get my feet out from the crease

And I see you

Turn around, you're my A-Team

Turn around, now you're my A-Team

God, damn, turn around now, you're my A-Team