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