David Arn - Fantasy No.127 In F Sharp Major lyrics

I wanted to transport my life to you in Amherst Even if my car was too small, my feelings could not be reversed When you hunger for touch you can be misled I could be wrong here's what I think you said If you come with me, your soul is revealed You take a chance in the mine field And must learn to fly over bare wires that lay concealed We only had a weekend, impossible to extend. Then Sue warned me of men you dismissed Who were doomed to hike mountains to view what they missed Still I swore I could restore your perfection again By crossing my fingers and dropping names of my friends. The churchyard was ancient, we were drinking wine, trees were turning red Baby,oh baby, it's cold, let's get warm instead. There was only one thing to fear in that place Our eyes might do less talking in coming days The cold was too real, I didn't know what to feel So my heart kept its eyes peeled For safer places to lay down its sword and shield We only had a weekend, sundown was brilliant at the end You proudly proclaimed a toast to heartbreak and fame, The words were sublime but brave just the same Then you said you felt fine, like when you were eleven or ten And someone should take pictures before the light changed again