so young and tender but blue
i remember laughing for no reason with you
sharing a bottle on the stairs
that led to your wooden room
full of cigarettes and green glass bottles
yesterday's meal by the mattress on the floor
where we danced. in the garden below your window
where i first began to know
whisper the memory but not too loud
remember the symphony when we were allowed
i need to know now that i can dance with you
like i did when i first began to know you
i think i'm gonna fly along on your magic carpet
i think i'm gonna fly along on your magic carpet
so i'm sittin' here with the sun about to smile
about to show it's face and take away my little fantasy