The darkest of nights is at noon in July with your lights on
Making your way to the top of the stairs and you're already gone
Silently she asked of me, "What is this fruit that falls so free?"
I told her that the words had slipped my mind
Feeling alive at a quarter to five you're still sleeping
The television glow said we all have to sow what we're reaping
We're younger now than we were back then
We're strangers with our oldest friends
I'd call you but the words just slipped my mind
Closing my eyes just to watch the moon rise through the ceiling
I'd love to see the day when we're all here to stay but I'm leaving
Slowly, like a summer day, the wind came up and blew away
All the flightless words that slipped my mind
