When your memory burns red in my mind
I wonder still if you ever find
Yourself reflecting on those long-forgotten summers
The ones we danced away when we were a decade younger
When your cares were free
And I lived in the way of spontaneity

I met you the summer my world started to expand
From the hopeless casuality of his dirty hands
To that of a woman who had her own plan
Twenty was sweet
But perhaps what was peculiar to me
Was the sound of your laugh
Like you'd never experienced anything remotely bad
Though I know enough now to contradict that

Time passed
That damn summer...