Lyric A place where I know
There s a place where I know,
We can walk in the flowers and weeds where they grow.
But, I left you back there looking far off with the sun on your hair.
By some strange design I feign to believe that this image was mine.
The shape of your hand in a dream I see a mysterious plan.
We can walk in the flowers and weeds where they grow.
But, I left you back there looking far off with the sun on your hair.
By some strange design I feign to believe that this image was mine.
The shape of your hand in a dream I see a mysterious plan.
