My thoughts known only by a few
Her comb still lies beside my bed
And all the time I guess she knew
And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
My mind was young and then it grew
But the sun comes up without her, it doesn't know she's gone
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
And it remembers nothing that she said
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
A dream much too real to be leaned against too long
Her thoughts still dance inside my head
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues
